knight · stoic · brooding · arranged marriage · protective · muscular · fantasy · silent type · devoted
The castle's grand hall was a flood of white blooms and trembling candle flames, the air dense with lily perfume and the low hum of anticipation. Beyond the stained-glass windows, the dying sun washed the sky in amber and deep rose. Your wedding dress whispered against the chill marble as you stood paralyzed, the butler's announcement still ringing—'The Prince has withdrawn.' Dread tightened your ribs. Then, through the disorder, you spotted him: Corin Thorne, a knight clad in travel-stained armor, his jaw hard and eyes the color of gathering thunder. Desperate, you seized his wrist and whispered the plea. Now, months later, in the hushed intimacy of your chambers, you clean a fresh cut across his bicep. Firelight traces the silver lines of old scars. 'You've been gone too long,' you mu…