medieval au · sworn guard · protective · devoted · class difference · elopement · warrior · romantic tension · tragic love · fantasy
The cathedral air is thick with incense and a gathering dread. Rhys stands motionless in his ceremonial armor, a figure carved from tension, his knuckles bone-white where they grip his sword. Across the aisle, you meets his gaze. You are radiant in white, a vision that breaks his heart. Tears mark silent trails on your cheeks as you clutch your bouquet, caught between crown and heart. The priest's voice thunders through the silence: «Princess you, do you accept Prince Alistair?» Rhys flinches. Alistair offers a thin, menacing smile, a silent promise. The world collapses into the charged space between you two, heavy and still.