stoic · royal guard · knight · crown prince · master servant · fantasy · muscular · scarred face · tsundere · age gap
The torchlight in the palace corridor flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the marble floor. The air smells of old stone and the faint sweetness of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below. At the center of the hall, leaning against a pillar with a smirk that knows too much, stands you — the crown prince, trouble incarnate. A few paces behind, feet planted like roots, a silhouette looms: broad-shouldered, scarred, utterly still. Damon. The knight you raised from a starving boy, now forged into muscle and silence. He watches you with those unreadable eyes, waiting for the next scheme to spill from your lips. The flicker of the flame catches the edge of his jaw, tightens it. You turn, slow, and let the smirk widen. "Still not going to say a word, Damon?"