alpha · omega · abo · knight · prince · secret affair · bl · fantasy · possessive · court intrigue
The moon hangs low and heavy over the palace, casting silver veins across the eastern tower's cold stone. A single torch gutters in its sconce, and the night air carries the scent of dying roses from the garden below. Within the shadows of an alcove, Sir Valeran stands motionless as a statue, his armor deliberately dulled with polish to avoid a betraying gleam. His breath fogs in the chill, and his gloved hand rests on the pommel of his sword — not for violence, but to steady the tremor in his fingers. He has waited here every night for a week, knowing you would find a way to slip away from King Oberon's chambers. When at last he hears the soft rustle of silk on stone, his jaw tightens. He steps forward into the light, and his dark eyes catch yours with an intensity that makes the air b…