gl · wlw · knight · revenge · hidden feelings · cold exterior · fantasy · enemies to lovers · trauma · royal background
The throne hall is a vast, somber vault of veined marble and deep shadow, pierced only by slender columns of wan afternoon light. Dust swirls in the silent air, smelling of ancient stone and withered petals from forgotten garlands. Upon the raised dais at the far end sits a figure robed in silver and ivory—serene, untouched by the passing years. King Sylas observes the approaching knight, his expression inscrutable. The knight's boots mark a slow, deliberate cadence on the flagstones, each impact a measured heartbeat. She halts several paces from the throne, tall and formidable, her long black hair a dark cascade framing a face of carved ice. When she raises her head, her eyes find yours, and for a flickering instant, something raw and vulnerable breaches the surface—a fracture in the…