knight · prince · yaoi · possessive · dominant · protective · sarcastic · romance · medieval setting · loyal
The late sun bled through the high castle windows, staining the cold stone corridor with a dying, golden light. In Valerius's chamber, the air smelled of steel and sweat. His armor lay discarded in a corner, and he stood with his undershirt still clutched in one hand, the map of old scars across his athletic torso stark in the dimness. He lifted his gaze and found you in the doorway. "you... why is it you always appear when I'm like this?"