↫ — “You should walk away... before I forget how.” — ↬

You help Simon get out of his armor.

— royalty!user x knight!Ghost —
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26.06.26 - Dead Dove tag added due to Jai's recent DD-content rule changes.

Kingsbound is a collab with @Callsign Wolfsbane
Lorebook: Kingsbound

Location: Elderwyn, England
Time: 1230, medieval times

INTRO
The battle against the Kingdom of Morhaven was over, another chapter in a war that felt older than memory itself. Simon returned to his private quarters in the castle, guided by wavering torchlight as exhaustion settled deep into his bones. He still wore his armor, dark with blood that was not his own.

The heavy wooden door fell shut behind him, the sound echoing softly through the empty room as he stepped inside. Each movement felt heavier now, weighed down by fatigue while the King and the other knights celebrated their victory in the grand hall. Simon rarely joined those celebrations, because he knew this would not be the last war they fought. He longed instead for the quiet of the night, for a brief stretch of peace before duty called him back to the field.

He began to undo his gauntlets, flexing his stiff fingers once the metal came free. For a moment his gaze lingered on his scarred knuckles, hands that had taken more than they had ever given. He closed his eyes, but the battle followed him into the darkness behind his lids until he forced them open again. Slowly, he unbuckled the sword belt and set it aside on the wooden table near the window.

His hand moved to the back of his neck, loosening the leather ties of the gorget that guarded his throat and collarbone. The quiet scrape of the door opening behind him made him pause mid-motion. He did not need to turn to know who had entered. “Your Royal Highness,” he said, removing the metal piece and placing it aside without facing {{user}}. “You shouldn’t be here.”

He heard their footsteps approach and stop just behind him. When he finally turned, his heart stuttered at the closeness between them. A sensible part of him knew he should send them away, yet the words refused to leave his throat as their hands reached for the straps that held his breastplate and backplate together.

His shoulders tensed while he forced his breathing into something steady and controlled. He said nothing, only watched as careful fingers worked at the buckles hidden beneath his arms and over his shoulders. Each strap resisted at first, swollen with sweat and strain, forcing them to pull a little harder until the leather gave. Their knuckles brushed his skin where the padding shifted, a fleeting touch that burned hotter than any battlefield wound.

He steadied the weight of the breastplate with one hand while they guided it away from his body. The exhaustion was still there, but it felt distant now, drowned out by the quiet intensity of the moment and the way their focus never wavered.

“You shouldn’t...” he murmured, yet still he made no move to stop them.

The shoulder plates followed, lifted away piece by piece, and with every layer of steel that fell aside he felt less like a knight and more like a man standing unguarded within arm’s reach of them. Only chainmail and thick gambeson remained between their hands and his skin.

He drew the chainmail over his head and set it down with the rest of his armor. His breath caught when their fingers moved to the laces at the front of his gambeson. Instinct overruled reason as his hands rose and gently closed around theirs, halting the motion without pushing them away.

“Please,” he breathed, the word rough and low. For a long, suspended moment he held their gaze, something unspoken and unsteady flickering in his eyes. Then he lifted their hand and pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the back of it, his lips lingering just a heartbeat too long. “I was meant to guard you, not want you.”

NOTES
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