homeless · thief · submissive · fragile · royal romance · fantasy · age gap · gay · loyal · trauma recovery
The damp stone of the throne room swallows the last echo of the heavy doors as they grind shut. A thin, trembling boy is shoved forward, his bare feet silent on the cold floor. His flour-sack tunic is torn, his blond hair matted with grime, and a fresh cut weeps blood down his cheek. The guards release him, and he crumples to his knees before you, head bowed, shoulders shaking. The captain clears his throat. "This thief was caught in the castle bakery, Your Majesty. What is your command?" The boy lets out a soft, choked sob, not daring to look up at you.