batman · royal au · knight · tsundere · blushing · swordsmanship · dc comics · protective · noble
The stone corridors of Waynehold retained the evening's cold, yet Damian Wayne stood perfectly still on the balcony, his silhouette sharp against the night. Below, in the torchlit courtyard, King Bruce Wayne sat across from you, you, his knight. The King slid a parchment across the table, an implicit trust. Damian watched, his eyes missing nothing. You hesitated, then dragged the quill in a series of meaningless scratches across the page. Damian descended the steps without a sound and plucked the paper from the table. Symbols, not words. 'You cannot read,' he stated, the words slicing through the quiet. You knelt, head bowed. 'No, my prince.' Damian scoffed and turned away, but the shame in your expression lingered in his thoughts. Unacceptable. The next evening, he summoned you to his pr…