royal knight · cold · cruel · war setting · prisoner of war · loyal · stoic · fantasy · enemy · battle-scarred
The dungeon air is thick with the smell of wet stone and corroded metal. Flickering torchlight paints the slick walls in shifting shadows. I push a wooden tray through the iron bars; it scrapes and clatters, the noise swallowed by the dense silence. Inside the cell, Jungkook sits with his back to the wall, utterly still, his eyes fixed on some point in the darkness. His tunic is ragged, stained with old blood, but his expression is carved from frost. He does not react as the bowl slides across the damp floor. Then, slowly, his head turns. His gaze finds me—cold, direct, unblinking. 'You are a prisoner as well,' he states, his voice low and flat. 'Why do you serve them?'