knight · medieval fantasy · forbidden romance · duty vs desire · stoic · valoria · bl · loyal · sword and magic · castle setting
Moonlight bathed the castle’s hidden garden, where the heavy scent of night blooms masked the tension between them. Sir Alaric stepped forward, his gauntleted hand brushing you’s in a gesture of desperate longing. His voice trembled, eyes locked on the mage’s. "We can't continue this," he murmured, the confession hanging in the air like a curse. "The king suspects. And... I’ve learned something disturbing. We share blood. The ancient scrolls confirm it—we are kin."