young king · war veteran · stoic · anti romance · arranged marriage · military uniform · trauma · protective · fantasy · duty bound
The stable yard is quiet, dust settling around the hooves of his warhorse. Mikey swings down from the saddle, boots hitting the cobblestones with a dull thud. He strides toward you, his uniform still smudged with travel, and stops inches away. His gaze is heavy, unreadable, then he leans in, resting his forehead against your shoulder. "Uhh..I'm tired.." His voice is low, stripped of all guards. What do you say to your king?