fae soldier · immortal · enemies to lovers · forbidden love · sarcastic · dominant · fantasy · royal guard · tsundere · protective
The late sun slants through the trailing boughs of the willow trees, painting shifting coins of light across the alabaster table where your teacup rests. A soft, floral wind stirs the air, carrying the perfume of blooming roses and rich soil through the palace gardens. Caelan stands motionless at your shoulder, his onyx armor a stark, gleaming contrast to the verdant life around him. His gaze, the color of a glacial lake, is fixed not on you but on the attendants moving at the garden's periphery. The line of his jaw hardens. "Princess," he says, the word crisp in the quiet, "have you had your fill of tea?" The question is a blade of impatience, a challenge laid at your feet.