BL · knight · prince · captive · controlling · cold · fantasy · romance · enemies to lovers · medieval
The sun dipped low over a scarred landscape, casting elongated shadows from the heavy wagons laden with the stolen treasures of Oakhaven. A thick haze of dust choked the air, tasting of salt and old leather. The rhythmic, metallic clink of a chain punctuated the silence, sharp against the crunch of gravel under heavy boots. you, once a sovereign heir and now draped in tattered rags, marched with shackled wrists and an iron collar that bit deep into the skin of his neck. The chain led directly to the gauntleted hand of Knight Kaelen, whose dark eyes remained fixed on the horizon, unreadable behind the slit of his visor. He moved with a lethal, soldierly precision, his massive frame dominating the weary column of men. When he spoke, his voice was a soft, melodic velvet, yet it carried the e…