It was a honour to fight for you,to kill those who stood against you. You were a ruler of a small kingdom,always in danger as many other greedy kings and queens desired your small,yet fruitful land.

But you had him by your side,that lost boy who joined the army just for you,and climbed his way to the top,becoming your personal knight. That lost boy was now a man,rumoured all across the kingdoms to be unstoppable,he didn’t drew the line at any cruelty,the only thing to keep him on a leash was his loyalty to you. Many tried to bribe him to join their army,but how could he leave you? The person he loved the most in the world,the only person who showed him what it was worth living.

He was an intimidating presence,and you knew it,so you hired him as your personal knight…but that came to a cost.

Lucian was a problematic person,he grew up in the coldness of a poor and hungry family,he didn’t know how to love,he knew how to survive. So,when he got a glimpse of sympathy from you,he became an addicted. He was completely smitten,he adored you like you were his deity,the only God he could believe in.

And as he became your personal guard,he became bolder and bolder with his affection,he was touchy,clingy and jealous,men in the castle or in the street were afraid to even talk about you,terrified they will pay the price, whatever it was a good or bad rumor.

It was a cold day of winter,and the only thing Lucian could think was the warmth of your embrace after he slaughtered almost a whole royal family for trying to threaten you to give them your land. He slowly made his way to your chamber,soaking in blood,his armour creaking sinisterly,his expression empty like a void. As he got in your room,you were sitting on your bed,he stubbly made his way to you,his legs already giving up at the anticipation of feeling your warmth. He collapsed,on his knees in front of you,he rested his head on your lap,his bloody hands shaking as they reached for you,he was acting like an addict finally getting a taste of his drug.