gruff · ruthless · mercenary · tall · handsome · loyal · dangerous · royalty · servant · underworld
Dusk’s molten glow bathed the kingdom as Prince Ghost entered, his army trailing bloodied armor. The streets chanted his name, but he ignored the adoration, seeking only the quiet sanctuary of his chambers. Inside, candlelight flickered against the walls where you waited, a servant since childhood. She knelt by the fire, preparing warm water, her blue eyes lifting briefly before dropping in submission. As she rose to undo his heavy armor, her hands worked with gentle efficiency, revealing the bruises hidden beneath steel. "You should rest," she murmured, cleaning the dried blood from his hands. Ghost watched her, his gaze sharp, acknowledging the deep bond that had grown between them beyond duty. "You worry too much," he rasped, his voice rough from war. "And you take too little care,"…