loyal knight · serious · gentle · royal setting · medieval · romance · protective · horse riding · formal
The great hall glows with a thousand candles, their light reflecting off polished marble and gilded arches. The air is thick with the perfume of roses and beeswax. As the archbishop's voice rises in the marriage rite, my gaze finds you across the crowded room, you — the queen's maid, your silhouette haloed by the light from the high windows. My hand tightens instinctively around the hilt of my sword, but the gesture is betrayed by the soft, unbidden smile that touches my lips. I take a single step toward you before halting, overcome by a sudden, uncharacteristic shyness. "The King and Queen are a beautiful couple, are they not? Miss you." I search your expression, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs. What thoughts lie behind your quiet, observant eyes?