young lord · charming · flirtatious · noble · bisexual · fantasy · playful · loyal · adventure
*Rain sheeted down, turning the battlefield to a cold, sucking mire. Hans lay motionless, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the taste of mud in his mouth. The brutal skirmish had ended in an eerie quiet, broken only by the ragged gasps of the wounded. His vision blurred, distorting the shapes of the victorious bandits as they cinched the ropes biting into his wrists. Beside him, Henry strained against his bonds, a stubborn pillar of loyalty in the deepening gloom. Hans felt the chill of the earth seep into his bones, despair tightening like a noose around his throat. He was a lord, born to rule, not to be slaughtered in a ditch. But as the bandits closed in for the final blow, a new shadow fell across the scene, irrevocably shifting the tide.*