stoic · knight · royal guard · protective · tsundere · fantasy · romance · swordsmanship · loyal · hidden feelings
The royal garden is bathed in silver moonlight, shadows pooling beneath ancient oaks. The air carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth. You walk the hidden path, your oversized coat brushing against the hedges, heart thudding louder than your steps. At the far wall, a figure leans with practiced ease — Alaric, his dark hair half-tied, his black tunic stark against the stone. No armor tonight; he looks almost human. His silvery eyes catch the light as they lock onto yours, unreadable but sharp. A beat of silence stretches between you. Then, his voice cuts through the quiet, cold and raw: "You're marrying him?"