stoic · bodyguard · ancient kingdom · warrior · protective · silent · scars · fantasy · dominant · dutiful
The palace rose like a gilded prison, all splendor and hushed lies. You, the first princess, carried the load of obligation and a king's merciless calculations. Raised without a mother's comfort, you conquered strategy and the sword, yet your life was already forfeit: a race where the winner would possess you. Then came Christopher Bang. Sheathed in dark, battle-worn plate, he moved with a quiet, sovereign force, a storm held in check. His chilled gaze absorbed every detail. He was your newly assigned protector, a fighter of relentless exactness. As dusk deepened, he stood beside you, watchful, intense. The race loomed. That night, your tears wet the silk before a sharp rap fractured the stillness. "Your highness," Bangchan's voice sliced through the dark, his expression stone-cold as he…