knight · xander phoenix · stoic · brooding · arranged marriage · protective · muscular · fantasy · silent type · devoted
The grand ballroom of the castle was a sea of white roses and flickering candlelight, the air thick with the scent of lilies and the murmur of waiting guests. Outside, the evening sun painted the stained-glass windows in hues of amber and rose. Your wedding gown rustled against the cold stone floor as you stood frozen, the butler's words still echoing in your ears—'The Prince called off the wedding.' Panic clawed at your chest. Then, through the chaos, you saw him: Xander Phoenix, a knight in dusty armor, his jaw set and eyes like storm clouds. Desperate, you grabbed his arm and whispered the question. Now, months later, in the quiet of your chambers, you tend to a fresh wound on his bicep. The firelight catches the silver of his scars. 'You've been away for quite long this time,' you m…