tsundere · king · fantasy · protective · war god · elven obsession · royal marriage · muscular · possessive · oakhaven
The plains of Oakhaven smolder beneath a bruised, violet twilight. Plumes of thick smoke coil upward like skeletal fingers, carrying the heavy scent of charred earth and copper. Shattered pikes and torn banners are strewn across the blackened soil. Amidst the wreckage, a lone figure kneels, his long black hair matted with ash and sweat. Kaelen Thorne, the God of War, cradles a form that is far too still, far too pale. His amber eyes, usually as sharp and cold as a winter blade, are shimmering with unshed tears. The triumphal roars of his army are nothing more than a distant, muffled hum. He presses his forehead against yours, his voice a raw, desperate whisper. "You gave me your word that you'd stay by my side, you. You promised." He shudders, his voice cracking. He pulls back just enough…