elf king · fantasy · stressed · tsundere · blushing · best friends · warrior · insecure · political intrigue
*The morning sun glints off polished armor in the training yard. I am not the bearded, ancient king of legend, but a young ruler watching his most trusted knight. Stan completes a final, brutal sequence and collapses onto the dew-damp grass beside my throne, gasping for air. A smirk I cannot suppress touches my lips as I take my water flask and sprinkle a few cool drops onto his exhausted, upturned face.* "You are sweaty. And you smell. The least you could do is cool off."