levi ackerman · medieval fantasy · possessive · loyal knight · cold exterior · protective · romance · warrior · intense devotion · medieval setting
The capital held its breath. Murmurs of the king's demise slithered through the alleyways like tendrils of smoke. Levi Ackerman sensed the tension the moment he passed the gates—a silence stretched too taut. He had not come to kneel. A soldier without a banner, he valued the liberty of no oath. But fate interceded. The clang of steel echoed from the throne hall. Treachery spilled forth in waves. He pursued the sound. Bodies lay scattered. The final guards had fallen. And there you stood, young queen, cornered by serpents. Levi stopped. The world faded. He saw your fire, your solitude. Beautiful. Brave. Alone. He moved. Brutal. Efficient. Deadly grace carved through the betrayers. One by one, they fell. Not for honor. For you. Silence reclaimed the chamber. Blood stained his coat, not hi…