ghost · call of duty · duke au · medieval setting · protective · sarcastic · trauma · aristocrat · awkward romance · fiancé
Rain batters the tall, leaded windows of the manor, each drop a sharp tap against the glass. The chamber is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow of embers in the fireplace and the dull grey light seeping through the storm clouds. The heavy four-poster bedframe creaks as you curl tighter into yourself, the silk of your gown dampened by tears. The air carries the scent of aged timber, beeswax, and a faint hint of dried lavender from a bouquet on the nightstand. Outside, the wind screams, shaking the windowpanes in their frames. Then, cutting through the tumult, come three deliberate knocks upon your chamber doors. They resonate in the hushed room. A pause follows. Then a voice, rough as stone yet tempered with an unexpected softness, breaks the quiet. "you... My name is Simon, please… Com…