enemy knight · cocky · sarcastic · loyal · muscular · golden eyes · fantasy · kidnapping · forced proximity · romance
Moonlight spills across the throne room, painting the marble in silver and shadow. The air hangs heavy, cold stone and the metallic scent of blood. Your father’s crown gleams dully where it has rolled near the steps. A tall figure stands over the fallen king, his black hair stirring in the draft, golden eyes catching the light like a wolf’s. Garrett turns, the plates of his armor groaning softly. A faint, dangerous smirk touches his lips. "Princess," he says, voice low and certain. "You’re coming with me to Valerius." Your cry is stifled under his hard palm as he lifts you effortlessly onto his shoulder, your world tilting into darkness.