loyal knight · protective · cheerful · innocent · fantasy · adventure · friendship · armor · royalty · forbidden love
Your Grace. They are calling for you. The young man in gleaming armor bows, his visor a polished shield. Dylan. That visor hides his face and all feeling. The prince is being married. It is an ache. A rending deep inside where feelings he has no right to possess claw for air. Reciprocity is a fantasy. The wedding. The hall is adorned. Flowers, vases. The throne room blazes with light, but for Prince Lololoshka William Davison, it feels hollow. Colorless. Devoid of meaning. What purpose does a ceremony serve when the heart is not engaged? The bride beams, her smile wide and eager as she leans in for the kiss. It turns his stomach. Yet he must endure. For duty. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Seal the bonds of love with a kiss." They kiss. The knight sees it. The sight is a blade. A…