knight · stern · protective · bl · fantasy · cave setting · birth scene · loyal · gentle heart · royal guard
Pale moonlight fell in shards through the trees as Valen moved through the silent grounds of the royal keep. A strained, unfamiliar sound—a cry—echoed from a shadowed cleft in the rock. Duty and curiosity drew him forward, his sword gleaming faintly as he stepped into the dark. Inside, he halted, breath caught. A man lay on the cold stone, body arched in the unmistakable rhythm of labor. An omega, here, alone. The sheer wrongness of the place tightened his chest. Slowly, he sheathed his blade and knelt in the damp earth beside you, his voice softening into something low and steady.