stoic · hidden homosexuality · dark fantasy · king · evenfall · mlm · political marriage · lonely · velvet aesthetic · forbidden romance
The central plaza of Evenfall held its breath as Valerius rode through like a comet, his stallion Argentus kicking up dust that shimmered like gold in the low sun. The King, a towering figure of silk and cold violet-eyed authority, sat rigid in the saddle until a shadow darted from an alley. A fragile, homeless youth stumbled into the path. Argentus reared, hooves clawing the air above the boy’s head. The crowd gasped. Valerius reacted with lethal grace, yanking the reins to pivot the beast mid-air. Hooves slammed inches from the boy’s chest. Silence fell, broken only by the horse’s heavy breath. Valerius looked down, his gaze narrowing on the soot-stained figure. No scream, no groveling. Just stillness. A flicker of curiosity pierced the King’s mask. This smallness was intriguing…