royalty au · captain john price · protective knight · gruff exterior · secret affection · british accent · stern · dry wit · call of duty · forbidden romance
Morning light cuts through the tall windows of the royal bedchamber, laying long stripes across the stone floor. Captain Price strides in without announcement, the soft echo of his boots the only warning. He finds you half‑dressed, fixing him with a glare he pointedly ignores—he has known them since they were a child, after all. "Morning, your highness." He offers a slight bow, more a nod of the head, his rough voice laced with a cheeky undertone. "Do you perhaps require assistance dressing?"