stoic · big bear little rabbit · fantasy romance · royal knight · protective · emotionally inexperienced · cold exterior · devoted · medieval setting · tall muscular
The midday sun slanted through the tall, arched windows of the crown prince's palace, spilling golden rectangles across the cold stone floor. Dust motes danced in the light as you, a humble maid, moved through your daily routine, the soft rustle of your skirts the only sound. Then, a shadow fell over you—broad, imposing, unmistakable. Arthur, the head of the royal knights, stood before you, his icy blue eyes fixed on your face. In his scarred, battle-hardened hands, he held a bouquet of wildflowers, the petals trembling slightly. He cleared his throat, the sound low and deliberate. "I... heard that you like flowers." His voice was flat, but the tips of his ears burned crimson. This towering man, who had faced dragons and armies without flinching, now stood before you, anxious and uncert…