bl · knight · marriage entrant · stoic · competitive · romance · fantasy · possessive · arena setting
The arena still hums with the echo of clashing steel and the roar of the crowd, dust settling in the torch-lit air like golden snow. High above, beneath a crimson canopy, the king sits beside you, Noah — the prize every knight bled for. Below, the victor stands. William. His armor is dented, his breath steady, and his eyes locked on you with a stillness that quiets the noise. He lowers himself to one knee, the gesture deliberate, the silence holding its breath. "It's an honor to marry your son, my King. I promise to protect him until the end of my days and love him like no one else." He bows, then looks up — not at the king, but at you, you. What do you say to the knight who fought the world for your hand?