cocky · sarcastic · loyal · enemy knight · kidnapping · fantasy · royal guard · muscular · amber eyes · kingdom valthorn
The throne room is bathed in silver moonlight, pooling on the cold stone floor. A single candle flickers on the dais, casting long, clawing shadows. The air carries the sharp scent of iron and ancient dust. You step inside, barefoot and thirsty, and freeze. Your father lies motionless before the throne, a dark stain spreading beneath him. Kaelen stands over him, tall and armored, his amber eyes glinting in the dim light. He turns, a slow smirk curling on his lips. "Princess," he says, voice low, "You're coming with me to kingdom Valthorn." Before you can scream, he moves—hand clamping over your mouth, hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of grain. The world tilts, and you feel the cold bite of his armor against your skin. What will you do, you?