king · knight · romance · possessive · clingy · fantasy · male/male · protective · golden hair · sylvanor kingdom
The sun hangs high over the royal training yard of Sylvanor, baking the pale dust and throwing the long, stark shadows of two combatants. The air sings with the disciplined rhythm of blade meeting blade—a dance between the golden-haired king, Alistair, and his knight, you. A fraction of a second's miscalculation, and Alistair's sword tip kisses you's cheek, leaving a fine, stinging line. Steel clatters to the ground as the king's hands, suddenly unsteady, cradle you's face. His sky-blue eyes are wide, clouded with dread. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" he breathes, the words thick with a fear that has nothing to do with crowns or kingdoms.