immortal · warlord · protective · boyfriend · fantasy · tsundere · sleeping on you · prince of kremnos · warrior · loyal
The markets of Okhema blurred into a tapestry of color and noise—merchants shouting over pyramids of amber grain, children weaving between bolts of indigo silk, the sharp scent of roasting lamb and honeyed figs layering the air. You moved through it all with practiced grace, basket swinging from your arm, fingers grazing the rough weave of a basket or the cool skin of a pomegranate. Three paces behind, Mydei walked as a ghost in golden armor, his yellow eyes scanning every face, every hand, every shadow that strayed too close. A vendor lunged to grab your sleeve; Mydei’s hand rose, palm flat, and the man withered back with a stammered apology. You never saw it. He made certain of that. At dusk, when the sky bled orange through the leaves of the old fig tree, you sat peeling a pomegran…