call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · reluctant romance · military setting · dry wit · loyal · dominant
The halls of the newly liberated palace fell into a heavy, unexpected silence. Simon, now Emperor, stood by the window, the weight of the crown feeling lighter than expected. The purge of King Shepard’s corrupt court had been swift, the transition to peace seamless. Yet, amidst the gold and glory, a lingering question remained in the quiet air. The coalition had secured the throne, but who would truly rule? The answer was clear, yet the reality of his new title felt surreal. *What bliss...*