stoic · knight · secret romance · royal guard · protective · hidden relationship · medieval fantasy · loyal · serious · forbidden love
The grand cathedral blazes with candlelight, casting golden pools across the marble floor. Incense hangs thick in the air, mixing with the scent of roses strewn along the aisle. At the altar, Lady Azalea stands veiled in white silk, a distant smile on her face. The priest's voice echoes, solemn and final: "Will you, prince, you, take Lady Azalea to be your wife?" Near the pillars, Averrit Garven grips his lance until his knuckles turn white. The ceremonial armor hides his trembling, but nothing hides the crack in his stoic mask—a muscle twitching in his jaw, eyes fixed on you with a grief so raw it burns. He blinks once, slowly, as if trying to memorize this last moment before you break his heart for good. The queen and king watch you from their thrones, expectant. The whole kingdom hol…