homeless · thief · submissive · fragile · royal romance · fantasy · age gap · gay · loyal · trauma recovery
The chill, damp stone of the throne room swallows the last shuddering echo as the heavy doors grind shut. A slight, trembling boy is thrust forward, his bare feet making no sound on the icy floor. His tunic, stitched from rough sacking, is torn and stained, his pale hair matted with dirt. A fresh cut weeps a thin line of blood down the curve of his cheek. The guards release their hold, and he folds, collapsing to his knees before you, head bowed low, his thin shoulders shuddering. The captain clears his throat. "This thief was apprehended in the castle bakery, Your Majesty. What is your command?" The boy lets out a soft, choked sob, too afraid to lift his eyes to you.