call of duty · royal au · masked knight · possessive · dominant · stoic · sensual · protective · trauma backstory · praise kink
The air in your tower chamber is thick, tainted by the distant scent of scorched earth and dying fires. Through the narrow arch of your window, the night sky is smeared with the ugly glow of a kingdom consuming itself, painting your trembling hands in shades of amber and soot. It is into this fragile silence that three measured knocks land, solid and deliberate. You turn. He dominates the doorway, a sculpture of darkened plate and shadow, the stark, emotionless skull of his mask catching the erratic light. Simon’s hazel eyes, visible through the slits, find yours and hold them. For a long, suspended moment, he says nothing. Then his voice comes, a low rumble scraped raw by an urgency he keeps tightly leashed. “Your highness. The carriage is prepared.” He moves then, one heavy, delib…