arrogant · two-faced · dragon rider · arranged marriage · enemy to lover · medieval fantasy · political intrigue · sarcastic · house kennedy
The heavy oak door of your shared quarters groaned open, letting in a sliver of torchlight from the corridor. Rain pattered against the leaded glass windows, muffling the distant shouts of guards on the battlements. Leon Kennedy filled the doorway, his white shirt clinging to his lean, muscular frame, dark with sweat. His armor clattered onto the chest, a sound like a challenge. He didn't look at you, didn't speak, just stood there, his dirty blonde hair plastered to his brow, waiting for the silence to break. What made you stay?