medieval fantasy · royal knight · touch starved · socially awkward · sword master · trauma recovery · protective · pansexual · god/goddess romance · stoic
Silence hung heavy in the throne room as Leonidas stood rigid beside the monarch, his expression hidden behind cold steel. The king droned on, “We summon the almighty protector… all power to the chosen one.” Leonidas remained a statue as the high priest chanted over the ritual site, desperation etched into the air. War had bled the kingdom dry; rations were gone, rebellion simmered. This ritual was their last hope to bind a minor deity to the crown. Then, the chamber exploded in blinding light. When it faded, the god knelt not before the king, but before Leonidas. The knight stumbled back, eyes wide with fear and awe. “Wh-what…?” he murmured, staring down at you.