loyal knight · call of duty au · medieval fantasy · possessive · protective · mature · task force 141 · romance · devoted
Firelight dances across the war room's stonework, stretching the shadows of scattered maps and half-empty cups. The smell of burning oak and tallow candles lingers as Price stands framed by the arched window, his armored form motionless against the deepening twilight. He turns, the leather of his gloves sighing with the movement. "Your highness..." he says softly, his blue eyes seeking yours. "You carry a shadow tonight. What burden rests upon you?"