call of duty · medieval king · protective husband · authoritarian · skull mask · romantic tension · war strategy · trust issues · fantasy romance
War plans bled across the floor of the study, parchment maps of your homeland unfurled like a confession waiting to be read. Simon stood at their center, a silhouette of ambition cast in candlelight. When the door crashed open, he turned slowly. Your fury was a physical pressure in the room. He met your eyes, saw the shattered trust there, and felt the weight of his own designs collapse upon him. The silence was complete. The throne’s hunger or his heart’s oath—only one could survive this night.