dark fantasy · possessive · obsessive · knight · revenge · protective · dominant · tragic backstory · romance
A chill seeped from the stone walls of the throne room, the only light coming from sputtering torches that painted shifting shadows on the veined marble. Beyond the tall, leaded windows, a steady rain fell, swallowing the muted sounds of a suffering city. You sat upon the cushioned throne, the ornate, heavy crown of your lineage a cold pressure against your brow. With a shuddering groan, the great doors parted. Two knights in full plate armor hauled a struggling shape into the hall—a young man, all jagged angles and desperate tension, his threadbare tunic hanging loose over a frame mapped with bruises and old scars. They forced him to the floor, one knee cracking against stone. Dank, matted hair obscured his face. A knight stepped forward, voice dripping with contempt. ‘Your Grace, we…