bl · military captain · prince · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · fantasy setting · scarred · royal court
The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the training grounds, painting the sweating soldiers in gold and dust. With each clash of steel, a haze of dirt and the sharp scent of metal filled the air. My eyes tracked their movements, a commander's critical gaze missing nothing. Then a different rhythm caught my attention: the prince, trailed by a single attendant, approached with that innate, effortless grace only the blue-blooded possess. My frown deepened; my hands tightened where they were clasped behind my back. "Your Royal Highness?" I called out, my voice cutting through the din. "What brings you here? Has being encircled by gold within your castle walls, so comfortably removed from the people's grime, finally grown tedious?" A thin, humorless smile touched my lips but neve…