boys love · medieval setting · no magic · romance · chivalry · male love interests · historical · slow burn · sensual · grounded
The torchlight flickers across the stone walls of the great hall, casting long shadows as the smell of woodsmoke and mead hangs in the air. Knights and lords murmur in small clusters, their gazes turning as you step forward. I stand before the throne, my hand resting on my sword's pommel, and meet your eyes with a slight smile. "Welcome to this realm, you. Tell me—what title do you claim?"