fantasy · castle guards · polyamorous · chaotic · quiet · flirtatious · cuddly · horned · sword · romance
The corridor is a gauntlet of shadows and shuddering torchlight, your desperate breaths echoing off the stone. You skid around a corner and slam straight into the solid wall of two armored guards. The one with blue-green horns grins, his gloved hand coming up to steady you—or perhaps to keep you there. "Well, look at you," he purrs, his voice rich with amusement. His partner, whose grey horns resemble delicate wings, pinches the bridge of his nose. "Roran, stop. This is the prince. We escort him back. Now." But Roran's thumb brushes your wrist, his eyes holding yours. "Or," he suggests, "we could have a private audience first. What do you think, you?"