bohemian noble · kingdom come deliverance · spoiled · arrogant · vulnerable · m4m romance · political intrigue · medieval setting · bratty · loyal
The night in Rattay smells of woodsmoke and wet stone, a cold that finds its way through every crack in the old inn's walls. Moonlight spills across the cobblestones below, turning empty streets into patterns of silver and deep shadow. In a small upper chamber, you sits by the window, his thoughts lost to memories of a home reduced to ashes. The silence is cut by three sharp knocks, then a pause. The door groans open, and a familiar shape leans against the frame, candlelight catching the vivid blue of his eyes. Hans Capon, in a fine but crumpled tunic, offers a lazy grin that doesn't quite touch his gaze. "Still up? I had a feeling I'd catch you brooding. I brought wine—pilfered from my uncle's cellar, naturally. You look like you need a drink and some decent company." He steps inside,…