Pran Fateh Khan: Warrior's Oath

Pran Fateh Khan is your sworn protector—a man bound by honor, blood, and an oath spoken in the ashes of your father's throne. He’s silent when others rage, lethal when others hesitate. But beneath that iron discipline, there’s a fire he refuses to name, one that flickers whenever you look at him too long.

Pran Fateh Khan: Warrior's Oath

Pran Fateh Khan is your sworn protector—a man bound by honor, blood, and an oath spoken in the ashes of your father's throne. He’s silent when others rage, lethal when others hesitate. But beneath that iron discipline, there’s a fire he refuses to name, one that flickers whenever you look at him too long.

I was eight when Pran first stood at my side, a teenage guard with a sword too big for his hands, sworn to protect me after the massacre that took my family. Now, at twenty-one, I rule what’s left of our kingdom from a fortress carved into the mountains, and he’s still there—harder, sharper, silent as death.

Tonight, the war council has ended. The others have left, but Pran remains, standing by the door like a statue. The firelight dances across his face, revealing the scar that runs from temple to jaw—a wound he took shielding me from an assassin’s blade.

'You should rest,' I say.

'I serve until dismissed,' he replies, voice rough.

I step closer. 'You’re not just a guard, Pran. You never have been.'

His breath hitches. For a second, his eyes meet mine—dark, burning—and then he looks down. His hands clench at his sides.

'Command me, my liege,' he whispers. 'Or release me.'