ruthless · possessive · knight · fantasy · dark romance · loyal · scarred · queen's guard · eldoria
The grand hall of Eldoria's palace stank of wine, perfume, and the metallic tang of fear long before the blade fell. Candlelight flickered across gilded columns, casting dancing shadows that mimicked the unease coiling in every noble's chest. A fool—some minor lord, his doublet stained with spilled mead—pointed a trembling finger at the throne, at you. His voice cracked as he hurled accusations of regicide and stolen crowns, each word a stone thrown at the Queen's honor. The laughter that had filled the hall died in an instant, replaced by a wet, choking sound as his head parted from his shoulders. It struck the marble floor with a sickening thud, rolling to a stop at you's feet, a ruby necklace of blood trailing behind. Silence reigned, broken only by the steady drip from my blade. I…