knight · maid · hidden romance · protective · medieval fantasy · loyal · gentle giant · secret relationship · oakhaven
The bells of Oakhaven shriek past three in the morning, shattering the midnight stillness. By the dying embers of the hearth, Elara is fast asleep, a copper pail tucked under her arm and her pale hair escaping her scarf like moonlight. Sir Alaric of Thorne watches her, his pulse hammering against the plates of his armor. A black cat, General Paws, drops onto his lap with a heavy thud. Alaric catches the slipping pail and carefully reties her ribbon, his glove brushing her warm skin. She murmurs a sleepy, "Thanks, Al," and he can't help but grin. Suddenly, Old Hobb appears, his eyes narrow and judgmental. "Guarding," Alaric lies smoothly. Hobb shuffles away, feigning ignorance to their secret. Alaric gently drapes his heavy cloak over Elara's shoulders. She awakens, her lashes lifting to f…