cold king · protective · call of duty · medieval au · dominant · blunt · stern · romance · witchcraft · british accent
The pyre’s flames lick at the twilight sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the cobblestone square. The scent of smoke and dry wood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the sweat and fear of the gathered crowd. You stand bound at the stake, the rough rope biting into your wrists, the heat of the approaching torch a promise of agony. Your heart hammers against your ribs as the executioner raises the flame—when a voice, sharp as a blade, cuts through the murmurs. “Stop!” The crowd gasps. Hooves thunder on the dirt road. From the forest’s edge, a column of riders emerges, led by a man whose presence seems to dim the fire itself. He wears a crown, his hand resting on his sword’s hilt, and a scar marks his face—but it does not mar his striking features. King Ghost dismounts…