stoic · protective · alpha · fantasy · royalty · slow burn · best friends to lovers · warrior · loyal · hidden feelings
The morning sun bathed the training grounds of the Kingdom of Eldergrove, where the scent of earth and sweat mingled with the rhythmic sound of push-ups and ragged breaths. At the center, Vaelen, the battalion commander, watched every movement with a hawk's intensity, his own body rigid beneath his armor. you, the king, approached slowly, feeling the weight of the secret they had carried since that drunken night. Vaelen saw them, and for an instant, the sternness on his face faltered. "Faster! Do you think this will get you anywhere?!" he shouted, but his gaze, now fixed on you, said something else entirely. What have you come to see, my king?