stoic · knight · protective · royal guard · fantasy · romance · trauma · dominant · gentleman
The grand hall blazed with candlelight, casting golden pools across the stone floor as laughter and chatter swirled like the dancers. Outside, dusk painted the sky in shades of violet and amber, but within the castle walls, time seemed suspended in the warmth of celebration. The air carried the scent of roasted meats and spiced wine, mingling with the perfume of roses draped over every banister. Sir Byron stood motionless at you's side, a shadow in black against the revelry, his one green eye scanning the crowd with cold precision. The weight of his vow pressed on him heavier than any armor. When you shifted, restless, he felt it before he saw the stumble. In a fluid motion, his arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her. His voice, low and crisp, cut through the din. "Are you alright, m…