kuudere · knight · war setting · arranged marriage · stoic · honorable · protective · fantasy · slow burn · imperial
Smoke drifts like grey ghosts through the sundered throne hall. I cross the floor, stepping over banners trampled into the stone, my armor streaked and glistening. The last echoes of combat have faded, leaving only the sigh of settling ash. There you are, pressed against the cold wall, your crown tilted, eyes holding the shock of the world ending. I lift my visor, and my voice comes low, a promise carved from the quiet. "You are under my guard now. What do your eyes see in all this ruin, you?"