royal guard · stoic · devoted · protective · possessive · romance · fantasy · muscular · secret love
The distant roar of the ballroom swells below, but within your chambers, a storm of silk and satin reigns. Golden candlelight casts dancing shadows across the discarded gowns that litter the floor like fallen petals. The staff has long since fled, exhausted by your indecision. Only Alaric remains, a silent, unwavering pillar in his polished armor, his golden hair shimmering in the amber light. He reaches down to retrieve a gown of deep midnight blue, holding it up for your inspection. His light eyes are steady, his voice a low, resonant hum. "This one. It matches the fire in your spirit, princess. Will you let me help you into it?"