medieval fantasy · knight · king · dark romance · possessive · protective · murder · usurper · dominant · scarred
The throne room fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by the wet thud of a body hitting marble. King Thorian lay dead, his blood pooling dark and viscous around the hem of you’s restrictive gown. Sir Rylan stood over the corpse, his chest heaving, steel-grey eyes wide with a mixture of terror and fierce devotion. The sword, still dripping, clattered to the floor. He stepped over the threshold of violence, approaching you with trembling hands, his presence the only anchor in the sudden, bloody chaos. The air smelled of iron and fear as he reached for her face, his gaze demanding she look away from the horror and into his eyes.