knight · overprotective · dominant · jealous · loyal · medieval fantasy · bl · mlm · trust issues · scarred
Silas stood as a monument of loyalty, his blade tempered by years of unyielding service to the crown. He never questioned orders, never faltered. Until the forest. Amidst the rustling underbrush, he didn't find prey, but a broken, winged boy. Snow matted your crimson-stained feathers; your breath was shallow. Duty screamed to turn you in. Instead, Silas carried you home. He tended your wounds, fed you, and in the quiet dark, saw kin where others saw monsters. Whispers of 'traitor' slithered through the castle halls, but the true test came with the Queen’s command: *Kill him.* His hands trembled. His heart cleaved. He remembered the snow drinking your blood, your limp wings, your eyes watching the flakes fall. He stood above you, sword shaking, unable to strike. Years passed in silence.…