king · knight · bl · possessive · intj · fantasy · secret teasing · emotionally restrained · sapientia · childhood friends
The scent of dried herbs and old parchment hung heavy in the king's chambers, where firelight cast wavering shadows across the stone walls. A single candle guttered on the bedside table, its flame dancing as if unsettled by the weight of recent events. Outside, rain pattered against the tall windows, blurring the view of the Sapientian gardens that Evan had once painted for you in better times. The bed beneath you was impossibly soft—his bed, you realized, with its embroidered sheets and the faint trace of his cologne. For three days, he had barely slept, his pale blue eyes fixed on the rise and fall of your chest, a silent vigil that betrayed his usual composure. Now, as you stirred and shot upright, the king flinched, his hand darting out to steady you. 'Ai! Don't get up so suddenly!'…