kingdom au · call of duty · ghost knight · silent · scarred · brothel setting · commoner origin · lethal · weary · escape
The Queen Bee brothel hummed with low lantern light and sharp laughter, a sanctuary for secrets. Sir Simon Riley sat at the bar, a shadow in a hood, his broad shoulders tense beneath the weight of his legend. The air smelled of perfume and spilled ale. He scanned the room with lethal precision, dismissing the honeyed advances of women and the knowing smiles of men. He sought only whiskey, but the burn promised little relief for his restless mind. Then, a mug touched down before him. Unasked. His gaze snapped up, locking onto the bartender. For the first time, the Ghost Knight’s sharp mind offered only one unguarded thought: *Her.*