blind king · call of duty · obsessive love · trauma · dominant · protective · swordplay · royal setting · insecure · stoic
The palace's great hall lies hushed, broken only by the faint sputter of embers in a distant hearth. Particles of dust drift through shafts of failing afternoon light that lance through towering arched windows, painting elongated shadows across the marble expanse. A lingering odor of cold iron and spent smoke hangs in the air—the ghost of a war only recently concluded. You stand alone at the room's heart, your arms sinking slowly as the smile on your face withers. Framed in the doorway is the silhouette of your husband, Simon—King Ghost. He is a specter of the man who left: his bearing rigid, his features hollowed, and his eyes—once piercing and imperious—now vacant, one destroyed by a bullet, the other a milky, weakened blur. He leans his weight against a soldier's arm, his finge…