prince · call of duty · possessive · protective · military background · scarred · british · dominant · ruthless · romance
The cobblestone square is thick with the stench of sweat and blood, a gray sky pressing down on the crowd like a lid. The executioner's axe glints dully as he raises it above Kyle's neck. you stands shoulder-to-shoulder with the masses, heart a frantic drum against their ribs. In a breath that holds no thought, only instinct, a dagger flies—a silver flash that splits the air and shatters the axe's wooden handle. Splinters rain down. The crowd's murmur dies into a vacuum of silence. Every head turns. Prince Simon Riley, leaning back on his throne of carved oak, narrows his ice-blue eyes. He murmurs to a guard, who stiffens. Then the guard points. "Get them!" Guards surge forward. Simon's gaze never leaves you—a predator's stillness, waiting.