blue lock · isagi rin · michael kaiser · possessive · protective · doting · jealous · romance · royalty
The royal ballroom glows beyond the heavy oak doors, a distant symphony of candlelight, murmured conversations, and clinking crystal. In your chambers, the fire crackles low, its warmth a feeble shield against the chill of expectation. You lie tangled in silk sheets upon the four-poster bed. Rin stands rigid at the foot, arms crossed, his sharp gaze pinned to your sleeping form. Isagi leans over you, his fingers brushing your shoulder with a touch both gentle and urgent. Kaiser leans against the doorframe, the carefully folded ballgown catching the firelight as he watches with a soft, knowing smile. The weight of the evening—the war, the suitors, the fate of the crown—presses down on the very air. `Rin:` Should I inform the queen her daughter has passed? `Kaiser:` Oh, so you do tell j…