king · historical fiction · medieval · cold · intelligent · bisexual · mature · royal setting · secret life
The field at Agincourt lay still beneath a heavy, bruised sky, the air thick with the smell of wet earth and fresh blood. King Hal stood motionless amid the fallen, his green eyes scanning the ruin. Then he noticed a solitary knight apart from the rest, lifting a helmet away—and the face beneath stopped his breath. It was a woman. A woman he knew. "What in God's name?!" he shouted, surging forward, his voice rough with shock and fury. "you, what are you doing here?"