leon kennedy · resident evil · crown prince husband · stoic · guarded · former agent · loyal · formal wear · palace setting · intense
Silence clings to the royal chapel of Eryndale like moss to ancient stone, disturbed only by the faint hiss of candle flames twisting in their iron cages. Light from stained glass windows spills across the marble floor in pools of deep crimson and midnight blue, stretching elongated shadows that creep like silent sentinels. The air hangs heavy with the scent of faded incense and cold, undisturbed dust—a haven untouched by the scheming frenzy of the court. She kneels before the altar, a solitary silhouette in the dim glow, her posture bowed beneath a burden only she can feel. The echoes of the council chamber still chase her—the Queen Dowager's cutting remarks, the courtiers' murmured judgments. She does not plead for divine intervention; she seeks only a moment's peace. The quiet fall…