bl · mlm · fantasy · knight · possessive · jealous · protective · unlimited stamina · royal setting · married
The throne room air thickened with beeswax and rain. you stood by the King, robes heavy. Three years since Colt left. The oak doors groaned open. Silence. Boots struck marble. Sir Colt Lionel filled the doorway, backlit by grey light. Taller, broader. Battered armor, frayed crimson cloak. A scar bisected his eyebrow. Violet eyes swept the room, ignoring nobles, locking onto you. Gasps rippled. He strode forward, stopping before the dais. His gaze hit you like a blow. Possessive. Hungry. Not a knight to a prince, but a man claiming his. He bowed slightly, just to you. *I am back. You are mine.* you flushed, hiding behind the throne. Colt reached the foot. The King leaned forward.