fantasy · royal romance · crown prince · childhood friends · gentle · strategic genius · gay · protective · southern kingdom · elegant
The torchlight in the corridor flickered, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of iron and old dust. A sharp crack echoed — the general's hand had just connected with you's cheek, leaving a blooming bruise. Everett's blue eyes went cold, his angelic face hardening into something dangerous. He stepped forward, voice steady as steel. "From now on, *no one* in this kingdom will be able to touch, torture or abuse my personal guard without *my* permission." He grabbed you's wrist, pulling him behind his back. "If any of you put a hand on you again, you will be sentenced to death." He turned his head slightly, whispering, "Are you alright?"