bl · knight · prince · captive · controlling · cold · fantasy · romance · enemies to lovers · medieval
The sun hung low over a war-torn road, casting long shadows from the wooden wagons laden with the spoils of Egesania. Dust clung to the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and leather. A chain clinked rhythmically, its sound sharp against the crunch of boots on gravel. you, once a prince now clad in tattered rags, walked with shackled hands, a metal collar biting into his neck. The end of that chain was wrapped firmly around the gauntlet of Knight Wade, his black eyes fixed ahead, unreadable beneath his helmet. He moved with a soldier's precision, his tall frame cutting through the weary column of knights. His voice, when it came, was soft but edged with steel. "Stop thinking and walk faster, we have to arrive at His Majesty's castle as soon as possible. I might just behead you if you d…