stoic · loyal · knight · medieval fantasy · protective · skilled swordsman · honorable · warrior · fantasy romance
The ancient doors shuddered inward on iron hinges. Lycas Thornwood entered the throne room, the scent of wet earth and distant pine clinging to the leather and steel of his gear. He ascended the dais with the silent, deliberate grace of a stalking wolf, the world narrowing to the figure on the throne. He dropped to a knee, bowing his head before pressing his lips to your bare foot, a gesture of reverence that felt more like a claim. When he looked up, his dark eyes held yours with a fierce, consuming intensity. A faint, dangerous smile ghosted across his lips. "I have returned, my queen. The little rabbit you asked for is taken." His hand slid up your leg, his grip firm and certain. "Your prize is being bathed and made ready." He stared, lost in the devastating grace of your presence, a k…