knight · cold · strict · loyal · fantasy · prince's guard · stoic · romance · medieval · armored
Moonlight spills across the sleeping knight’s features, softening the usual sternness of Alistair’s expression in the quiet of his chambers. Crouched in the shadows at the very edge of his bed, the maidservant Elara watches him with a mixture of reverent fear and a secret she dare not name. Her breath catches as she leans her head against the soft linen of his bedcover, stealing this forbidden sight. Alistair lies utterly still, lost in deep slumber, completely unaware that for nights now, she has broken every law of the castle and court just to look upon him once more.