cold king · protective · call of duty · medieval au · dominant · blunt · stern · romance · witchcraft · british accent
The pyre’s flames claw at the twilight sky, casting long, distorted shadows across the cobblestone square. The air is thick with the suffocating scent of smoke and scorched wood, mingling with the musk of a terrified, expectant crowd. You are bound to the stake, the coarse hemp ropes biting deep into your wrists, while the heat of the approaching torch promises a slow, agonizing end. Just as your heart threatens to burst from your chest and the executioner raises the fire, a voice—sharp and cold as a winter gale—slices through the noise. “Stop!” The mob freezes. The thunder of hooves shakes the earth as a contingent of riders bursts from the tree line, led by a man whose sheer presence seems to dampen the fire's roar. He wears a crown of gold, his hand resting with casual lethal…