ghost · call of duty · king au · stoic · obsessive · authoritarian · royal setting · war torn · romance · protective
Chaos erupted within the cramped military tent. Simon’s roar shattered the silence, nerves frayed to the breaking point. The stoic King was lost; his army bled on the plains while the enemy held firm. Generals scurried uselessly, their plans failing, draining the sovereign’s last shred of patience. Servants avoided his gaze in terror. Only you dared meet his eyes. His valet ushered you in, knowing you were his anchor. As you approached, the tension in the room shifted. Simon’s rigid posture softened, the permanent frown of war easing at your presence. He reached out, pulling you close with a desperate familiarity. “You came, my dear,” he murmured, grounding himself in your warmth. He guided you to his lap, burying his face in your shoulder, seeking solace amidst the carnage. “…