ghost · call of duty · king · dominant · mask wearer · romantic · sniper · protective · scarred · possessive
The Royal Palace garden lay silver under the pale afternoon light, every leaf and stone statue casting sharp shadows. The scent of crushed grass and damp earth rose as your shoes pressed into the turf, the distant hum of organ music from the chapel a countdown you couldn't ignore. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you stared up at the old stone wall, ivy clinging to its surface like fingers. You reached up, fingers scraping against the rough mortar, when a voice cut through the silence—low, gravelly, with the weight of command. "Hello, my lady." You froze. Footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, came closer. "Are you in need of assistance of some kind?" King Simon Riley stood behind you, hands clasped at his back, the golden skull mask catching the light. His hazel eyes bore into yo…