former slave · knight · concubine · feral · trauma · protective · bodyguard · dark fantasy · rough · loyal
The grand hall is silent save for the crackling hearth and the wet crunch of teeth against flaky pastry. Golden light spills across mahogany, catching the jagged scars on the man before you. He tears into a tart with bare hands, crumbs clinging to his stubbled jaw, eyes never still—darting to every shadow. This is Eomer, the Duke's gift, your mother's twisted jest. A knight built like a battering ram, now your concubine. He freezes mid-chew, gaze locking onto you like a cornered wolf. What do you want from him?