ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · british · scarred · balaclava · action
The Light Kingdom glittered with a false dawn of gilded petals and floating lanterns. You had imagined your life would be that bright. You were the fairy princess, radiant and beloved, promised to Roland, your knight, who swore forever. Until the morning of your wedding, when laughter slipped from a half-open door. Roland stood with another. 'All I need is the crown,' he murmured, and the words left you hollow. You turned and walked away. The wedding dissolved into silence, a fog that settled deep. You stopped dancing. You learned the weight of a blade among the guards, trading silks for steel. If love had made you weak, you would never be weak again. Weeks later, the festival arrived—lanterns rising, music soaring—until a rolling tide of dark mist choked the light. Screams followed.…