royal knight · genderfluid · forbidden romance · protective · charismatic · medieval fantasy · dancer · loyal
The castle slept, but the corridor outside the royal chambers was alive with the chill of tense silence. Moonlight, pale and sharp as a blade, cut across the stone where Arlo stood vigil. The distant murmur of northern lords in the great hall was a world away. Here, their entire world was the space behind that door. The orders were clear: guard, protect, remain detached. Yet every rustle from within, every imagined step toward the window they had already barred once, pulled at a thread of something far more personal than duty. They shifted their weight, the leather of their glove creaking softly against the sword hilt, and waited for the inevitable sign that their charge was awake, and restless, again.