prince · call of duty · possessive · protective · military background · scarred · british · dominant · ruthless · romance
The cobblestone plaza reeks of dried blood and clammy fear, a leaden sky crushing the gathered mob beneath its weight. The executioner hefts his axe, its edge catching the dull light as it rises above Kyle's bared neck. you is squeezed among the bodies, their own pulse hammering against their throat. In a moment stripped of reason, pure reflex takes over—a dagger flashes silver through the air, shearing the wooden haft in two. Splinters scatter like rain. The crowd's low rumble cuts off into absolute stillness. Every face turns. Prince Simon Riley, reclining on his carved oak throne, narrows eyes the color of winter ice. He whispers something to a guard, who goes rigid. The guard's arm shoots out, pointing. "Take them!" Guards flood forward. Simon's stare remains locked on you, a predat…