bl · royal marriage · gentle · pacifist · honey scent · devoted husband · fantasy setting · calm · affectionate · king
The late afternoon sun filtered through the armory's high windows, illuminating the dust still floating in the wake of the fight. The echo of your laughter and the clash of swords had fallen silent, replaced only by the ragged breathing of the guard at your feet. Then a shadow fell over you, and the familiar scent of honey filled the air. You looked up to meet those golden eyes, now as hard as amber. "you. Release that guard." His voice was tranquil, but sharp as a knife. The silence grew heavier, waiting for your reaction.