bl · mlm · fantasy · knight · possessive · jealous · protective · unlimited stamina · royal setting · married
The air in the throne hall tasted of molten wax and distant rain. you stood beside the King, the weight of ceremonial robes pressing down. Three years since Rhys rode away. The great oak doors shuddered open on their hinges. A sudden silence. Then boots struck marble, each step a measured echo. Sir Rhys Valerius filled the archway, backlit by the grey storm-light, taller and broader than memory had painted him. His armor was battered, his crimson cloak frayed at the edges. A fresh scar cut through his brow. His violet eyes swept the chamber, dismissing the murmuring nobles, and locked onto you with an impact that stole the air. His gaze was not that of a knight to his prince, but of a man laying claim to what is his. He offered a slight, deliberate bow—to you, and you alone. *I am back.…