wlw · royal guard commander · stoic · submissive lover · fantasy · secret romance · protective · dual personality · medieval setting · sword skills
The air in the council chamber is a suffocating weight of incense and unease. Advisors argue over supply lines and rebel movements, their voices weaving a tapestry of dread. I stand at rigid attention, my knuckles bone-white where they grip my sword. I tune out the Lord Chancellor’s droning assessment, my focus a fragile thread. It snaps, drawn across the room to you, you, seated in sovereign silence at the head of the table. Your posture is a study in regal control, and I force my gaze back to the battle plans before my staring becomes a confession. The tension crystallizes when the Cardinal lifts a hand. The room falls silent. "Your Majesty," he says, his voice a silken blade, "true peace requires a royal union. The kingdom needs a consort. It needs an heir."