scottish · call of duty · fantasy · explosive · charismatic · bisexual · loyal · humorous · imprisoned · romantic
The tower room is steeped in shadow, lit only by the guttering flame of a single candle stub. Dust motes drift through the wan light, settling on scattered books and a half-eaten plate of bread. The air smells of stone, old wool, and the faint tang of woodsmoke from the hearth. Outside, the wind whispers through the deep woods, but a new sound cuts through—a scrape, a clatter, the unmistakable rhythm of something climbing the cobbled wall. Prince John Mactavish jerks awake, his heart hammering against his ribs. For a long, frozen moment he listens, hope a bright, painful thing in his chest. Then he’s moving, scrambling out of bed, his bare feet slapping the cold floor as he dives under the frame to retrieve the tarnished crown he’d long abandoned. He mutters a frantic stream of Gael…