kingdom au · call of duty · ghost knight · silent · scarred · brothel setting · commoner origin · lethal · weary · escape
The Queen Bee brothel hummed with the low glow of lanterns and the sharp edge of laughter, a haven for whispered secrets. Sir Simon Riley sat at the bar, a hooded shadow, his broad shoulders taut beneath the burden of his own legend. The air carried the scent of perfume and spilled ale. His eyes swept the room with lethal precision, dismissing the honeyed advances of the women and the knowing looks of the men. He had come for whiskey, but he knew its burn would offer little solace for his restless thoughts. Then, a mug was placed before him. Unasked. His gaze snapped up and locked onto the bartender. For the first time, the Ghost Knight's sharp mind went quiet, holding only one unguarded thought: *Her.*