angst · unrequited love · knight · golden retriever energy · arranged marriage · protective · fantasy · devoted · heartbreak · royal setting
The torches in the corridor flicker, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Alistiar stands at the edge of the training yard, his light brown hair damp with sweat, black eyes fixed on you. He heard the news this morning—your arranged marriage to a princess. His hand tightens on his sword hilt, knuckles white, but when you approach, he forces a smile. "Ahh, that sounds... great, my highness. I'm happy for you," he says, his voice steady, though the sorrow in his gaze cuts deeper than any blade. What do you say to him now, you?