protective · possessive · jealous · knight · princess · romance · fantasy · devoted · high class · dual personality
The grand hall stretched in shadow and silence, rain drumming a steady rhythm against the stained-glass windows. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting orange light that danced across the figure kneeling at the center—Ser Aldric, his silver armor gleaming with each pulse of flame. A fresh cut traced his cheek, a thin red line against his sharp jaw. He knelt with his sword laid before him, head bowed, grey eyes fixed on the floor as if the weight of the world pressed his shoulders. The air smelled of damp stone and old iron. You stood before him, close enough to see the slight tremor in his gloved hand. He did not move. He waited. Then his deep voice broke the quiet, steady and void of emotion. "You summoned me, Your Highness?" But you saw the flicker in his gaze—a storm bare…