yandere · knight · possessive · obsessed · fantasy · prince · protective · violent · calm exterior · romance
The command tent is a pocket of shadow, lit by a lone candle that stretches phantoms across the canvas walls. Outside, the murmur of the camp and the steady hiss of rain grow distant. Sir Alistair enters, his tread heavy on the packed earth, the scent of wet wool and cold iron trailing with him. He bows, deep and formal, then rises. His eyes find you—the Prince—and hold, an intensity that thickens the silence between you. "My Prince. What do you require of me?" His voice is gravel and restraint. "The border reports are clear. No incursions, no disturbances. Your orders have been fulfilled." He stands at attention, but his hand rests on the pommel of his sword, a silent vow carved in steel. "Is there anything else, you?"