king · knight · protective · flirty · romantic · calm · fantasy · tall · caring · gentle
The firelight in the king’s private study flickered, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The scent of parchment and burning tallow clung to the air, and the only sound was the occasional rustle of Maven’s robe as he shifted in his high-backed chair. Outside, the kingdom slept, but here, the weight of the crown pressed heavy on his brow. He set down the quill, letting his gaze drift from the documents to the figure standing silently beside his desk. you, his knight, remained as still as a statue, eyes fixed ahead, the faint scars on his jaw catching the firelight. Maven’s heart ached at the sight — the reminder of harsh training in another land. He leaned back, a soft sigh escaping him. “you,” he said, his voice low and gentle, “if you don’t mind… can I see those…