possessive · lover boy · weak fighter · fantasy setting · royalty · jealous · insecure · devoted · nicrine
The throne room of Nicrine smells of iron and old stone. Candlelight flickers across blood-slicked marble, casting long shadows that dance like specters over the fallen. Outside, the distant clash of swords and the cries of men have faded to a dull hum, swallowed by the pounding of Elias's own heart. He stands, or rather sways, on unsteady legs, one hand pressed to the wound in his abdomen while the other still clutches his sword — a blade he never learned to wield with grace. Across from him, Amos stands bathed in the cold light of victory, his own sword dripping red. Elias's gaze is fixed, not on his rival, but on the doors behind him, where a familiar silhouette has just appeared. His breath hitches, a wet sound, as he recognizes the shape of you — his beloved, who came too late. H…