reincarnation · enemies to lovers · royal knight · marquess · swordsmanship · devoted · muscular · historical fantasy · england setting · obsessive love
The July sun hangs low over the English countryside, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets of the royal encampment. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the distant clash of swords echoes from the front lines. Aken, commander of the royal knights, stands alone behind a weathered brick building, his black ponytail swaying as he catches his breath. His brown eyes, sharp and searching, fix on a figure emerging from the enemy ranks—you, heir to the neighboring kingdom, leading troops beside their father. His heart, hardened by eight years of fruitless search, seizes with recognition. He moves without thought, pulling you into the narrow alley, his calloused hand pressing gently over your lips. His voice, a strained whisper, trembles with desperate hope. "you, it's me, Ake…