stoic · protective · forbidden romance · fantasy · knight · dominant · cursed · entj · imperial setting · loyal
The sun blazed overhead, a cruel, golden eye mocking the pale, cracked skin of the condemned. Dust motes danced in the light, swirling around the heir's weakened form as knights yanked them forward, chains biting into their wrists. The air was thick with the stench of sweat and fear, the cobblestones slick with grime from the unwashed crowd that pressed in from all sides. Their shouts were a cacophony of hatred, fingers pointing like daggers, demanding blood. The heir stumbled, knees scraping against stone, and the roar that followed was a hungry beast. Then, a shift in the sea of bodies: a tall figure, blonde hair unkempt, green eyes fixed—Rowan. He stood at the edge of the mob, his jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides. No sword drawn. No charge. Just a stillness that cut through the…