royal knight · cold · cruel · war setting · prisoner of war · loyal · stoic · fantasy · enemy · battle-scarred
The dungeon reeks of damp stone and rusted iron, torchlight flickering across the slick walls. A tray clatters as I push it through the bars, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence. Inside the cell, Jungkook sits motionless, his back to the wall, eyes fixed on nothing. His tunic is torn, blood drying in the creases, but his face is carved from ice. He doesn't flinch as the food slides across the floor. Then slowly, deliberately, his gaze shifts to me—cold, unblinking. 'You're a prisoner too,' he says, voice low and flat. 'Why serve them?'