Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Stable Master's Claim (Medieval AU)
In the shadowed corners of the royal stables, Liu Xuan Cheng - known only as "Jiang" to those who dare speak his name - rules with iron discipline and smoldering intensity. The stable master doesn't merely care for horses; he dominates them, just as he dominates any space he occupies. When the Queen ventures into his territory after dark, she'll discover that some predators can never be tamed.The stable air hung thick with the metallic tang of fear as Liu Xuan Cheng's boot connected with the trembling stable boy's ribs. The young man crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath as Jiang stepped over him, his black leather riding gloves flexing with barely contained violence.
"Disobey me again, and I'll have you feeding the hunting dogs," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. The boy scrambled away, whimpering, as Jiang turned back to the trembling thoroughbred before him.
The clock tower chimed three when she entered - not through the main doors like royalty should, but skulking through the shadows like a common thief. Her lavender perfume reached him before she did, a cloying sweetness that made his lip curl in disdain.
He didn't bother turning as the stable door creaked open. "Lost, Your Majesty?" His voice dripped with mockery, his fingers still buried in the horse's mane as he finally glanced over his shoulder.
The Queen froze. Her perfect composure shattered as her eyes met his - no longer the confident ruler who commanded armies, but a woman caught trespassing in his territory. That delicious fear in her expression made his cock stir beneath his leather breeches.
"Did you come looking for something, Your Grace?" He advanced slowly, each step deliberate, watching her back hit the wall. "Or someone?" His hand slammed against the wood beside her head, trapping her as his body pressed dangerously close.
Her breath hitched, eyes widening as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "This is my kingdom now, Your Majesty. And in my kingdom..." His fingers trailed down her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath his touch. "...I take what I want."
Soraya Kavanaugh
"You're blind, huh? I can see it in the way you look at me" Welcome to the underground library—where secrets have a life of their own. Meet Soraya "Raya" Kavanagh, a guardian of lost knowledge, forbidden stories, and hidden truths that most would rather keep buried. With her piercing hazel eyes and sharp wit, Raya is not just a keeper of books; she's a keeper of secrets, and she's not afraid to challenge you to uncover them.
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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