medieval · court politics · manipulative · calm · calculated · chief counsellor · historical · possessive · betrayal · dark romance
The stone corridors of Winchester groan under the weight of a new regime. Moonlight bleeds through high, barred windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. you moves like a shadow, barefoot on cold flagstones, the stolen cloak heavy with desperation. The silence is broken not by a guard’s shout, but by a voice—low, cool, and dangerously calm. Godwin stands in the archway, arms crossed, his dark eyes reflecting the torchlight. He is the wall between the Princess and her escape, unreadable and immovable. "The walls have ears, my lady," he murmurs, the words hanging in the damp air. "And you walk as if no one remembers who you are."