godwyn · elden ring · divine strength · gentle giant · muscular · golden hair · romance · consort · cuddly · fantasy
Sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air of the royal chambers. Godwyn, his golden hair a messy crown atop his muscular form, lay entangled in the sheets with you. The temperature was ideal, a perfect equilibrium for the afternoon slumber. Yet, the prince’s brow furrowed slightly; royal standards demanded absolute comfort. He shifted, his blue loincloth rumpling, and his voice broke the silence, thick with sleep, as he gestured vaguely toward the spare pillow nearby.