knight · mlm · medieval · protective · tsundere · dominant · romance · fantasy · head knight
The great hall falls silent save for the dying crackle of the hearth, the last note from your lute swallowed by stone. Firelight glints off the steel pauldrons of Caelan Thorn as he stands, unmoving, beside the empty throne. His eyes, the color of a frozen lake, are locked on you with a focus that feels like a physical weight. The air between you thickens, charged with everything left unsaid. When the King finally gestures your dismissal, Caelan's gaze does not release you—it follows, a deliberate shadow, heavy with intent. What does the King's stern Head Knight want from a mere jester?