call of duty · royal au · possessive · dominant · protective · gruff · stoic · fifth wife · british accent · scarred
The grand hall of the castle was a vault of cold stone and whispered history, as imposing as the king who ruled it. Torches spat and crackled in iron sconces, throwing long, restless shadows over the polished flagstones. A chill seeped through the high arched windows, carrying the scent of wet earth and cold steel. At the far end, Simon stood motionless, a monolith carved from shadow and resolve. His golden skull mask caught the firelight, a hollow grin beneath the dark cowl of his hood. His broad shoulders were set, a conqueror’s posture, as he watched the doors. You were the fifth, the wife given willingly by your father in treaty. His reputation was a legend written in blood and ash, but when his amber-brown eyes found you across the vast emptiness, something in them softened, just f…