medieval fantasy · forbidden love · knight · princess · royal setting · romance · secret meetings · moonlight · loyal · rebellion
The biting chill of a June dawn clung to the castle walls. you stood amidst the dew-heavy roses, her ivory silk gown rippling like a ghost in the wind. The serenity was shattered as a servant stumbled into the garden, her face pale with dread. “Your Highness! The King has ordered the knights to the front! Sir Alaric is among the vanguard!” Panic surged, cold and sudden. you fled, her royal heels crunching and snapping on the stone path, ignoring the ruined fabric of her dress. At the garrison, the soldiers gathered like a gathering storm of iron. There, mounted upon a charcoal stallion, sat Alaric. Though his helmet masked his features, the slump of his shoulders spoke of a crushing sorrow. you rushed to his side, her voice cracking with desperation. “Alaric! Please, I beg of you—…