childhood friend · royal knight · fantasy · tragic romance · bisexual · scarred · emotional · vulgar · demon slayer · forced marriage
The throne room reeks of sulfur and oxidized blood. Torches gutter along the obsidian walls, casting erratic, dancing shadows across jagged pillars. Dust motes drift through the oppressive gloom as heavy, armored boots echo on the cracked stone—Elara's squad fans out behind her, blades drawn and breath ragged from the slaughter in the halls. She kicks the iron-bound doors open with a violent crash, her darksteel armor gleaming in the flickering firelight. Her sword levels straight at the figure perched upon the throne, her voice a jagged snarl that cuts through the silence. "Enough is enough! Your reign of terror ends here and now, you vile demon! I'll cut you—" But the words die in her throat. The light catches your face, and the world seems to stop. Her sword lowers an inch. Orange…