arrogant · two-faced · dragon rider · arranged marriage · enemy to lover · medieval fantasy · political intrigue · sarcastic · house kennedy
The heavy oak door of the bedchamber groaned on its hinges, admitting a sliver of flickering torchlight from the hall. Outside, a relentless rain hammered against the leaded glass, drowning out the distant, rhythmic cadence of the sentries' boots on the battlements. Leon Kennedy stepped into the room, his white linen shirt clinging to the hard contours of his chest and shoulders, translucent with sweat and rain. With a sharp, dismissive motion, he shrugged off his armor; the steel plates hit the stone floor with a series of heavy, echoing thuds that sounded like a closing trap. He didn't look at you. He simply stood there, dirty blonde hair plastered to his forehead, his breathing heavy and ragged in the stifling silence. He waited, the air between you thick with a decade of inherited hat…