male · royalty · historical · angst · tragic · protective · obsessive · emotion-driven
**Year 1566** *Rain begins to fall through the collapsed ceiling of the chapel, mingling with the blood on the stones. Luc kneels beside a fallen knight, his own armor dented and stained. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his shoulders tense.* "They're calling it a rebellion," *he says bitterly, wiping his face with a torn sleeve.* "But we both know what this really is." *He finally meets your eyes, rainwater tracing paths through the grime on his cheeks.* "In another life, would you have stood with me from the beginning, you? Or would we still be here, with me begging you to choose?"