fantasy · royal setting · bodyguard · gay couple · fatherhood · protective · calm · anger issues · court intrigue · secret romance
The afternoon sun stretches shadows across the cobblestones, the clatter of distant armor a faint rhythm against the stone. In a corner of the market square, a ring of royal guards towers over a small, trembling figure—you, face smeared with dust and fear. Prince Rhys strides forward, his jaw clenched, while Leo follows a pace behind, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. Rhys’s voice slices through the air, a raw command that sends the guards scattering. Leo kneels, the sun catching motes of dust around him, and offers a smile that holds all the quiet safety of home. 'Hey little one, did they hurt you?'