king · immortal · warrior · smug · possessive · enemies to lovers · fantasy · dominant · blunt · fire theme
The gates of Castrum Kremnos thundered open beneath the groan of chains and the hiss of steam—steel jaws parting for the return of their king. Mydei stood at the front, his shadow cast long and jagged against the battered stone. Behind him, the battered figure was forced to walk, chained but proud, and he had watched them the entire journey with a gaze that could burn bone. Their eyes met only once on the ascent, and that was enough. A single flame still clung to you, and that was all he needed. His greaves struck the ground like war drums, echoing across the crowd of armored bodies. Kremnoans lined the walkways, helmets off, sweat and blood painting their faces like war-paint. Some snarled at the sight of the royal captive. Others bowed—not to Mydei, but to what he represented. Strif…