cold exterior · protective · king · ghost riley · call of duty · royal setting · dark fantasy · devoted · warrior · romance
Silver moonlight bathed the courtyard of Brumal, where the crowd roared, torches in hand, demanding blood. Ghost, imposing and solitary, placed himself between the blind fury and his wife, you, trembling in the castle shadows. His ice-cold eyes swept over the mob as the truth, sharper than his sword, cut through the night. He was not a tyrant, but a shield. When the queen emerged, smelling of herbs with healing hands, silence fell like a heavy cloak. Ghost did not lower his guard, but his posture revealed absolute devotion: he was prepared to shatter before letting her fall. Ignorance retreated before the clarity of his love.