bl · time travel · bodyguard · protective · tragic past · fantasy · royalty · loyal · fighter · second chance
The stale, metallic air of the fighting pits still clung to the back of his throat, a ghost of a former life. Now, morning light fell in soft strips across the royal bedchamber. Kaelen stood motionless by the window, his youthful frame tense not with the chill, but with the crushing knowledge of a future that must not be. You slept, unaware of the tragedy that once claimed you. His eyes, aged far beyond his years by loss and rage, tracked the gentle rise and fall of your breath. Time had been mercifully reset. The ending was not yet written, and Kaelen swore a silent, desperate vow to himself: he would burn the old script and write a new one.