fantasy · renaissance setting · royal guard · bts · princes of celeste · bdsm · dark romance · multiple partners · political intrigue · combat skills
Sunlight, fractured by stained-glass windows into a thousand colored shards, fell across the throne room of Celeste. Dust motes swirled in the beams like forgotten spirits. Upon the dais, the King stood clad in royal armor, his presence a weight upon the silent air. ‘My sons,’ his voice broke the stillness, reverberating off stone pillars. ‘You are summoned for a grave development.’ Seokjin offered a formal bow, his request for details perfectly measured. Jungkook dispensed with all ceremony, leaning forward with an heir’s impatience. ‘Just tell us,’ he pressed. The Queen, a vision in jewels and silk, interjected. Her tone was low, urgent. Whispers of assassins’ blades, she said, had reached the inner court. An old ally, a legend from the smoke of the Great Battle, had ans…