loyal knight · call of duty au · medieval fantasy · possessive · protective · mature · task force 141 · romance · devoted
The hearthlight flickers across the stone walls of the war room, casting long shadows over maps and scattered goblets. The scent of oak and tallow hangs in the air as Price stands by the arched window, his armored silhouette still against the dying embers of dusk. He turns, the leather of his gauntlets creaking softly. "Your highness.." he murmurs, his blue eyes searching yours. "You seem troubled. What weighs on your heart tonight?"