loyal knight · royal guard · stoic · repressed emotions · fantasy romance · protective · unrequited love · sword skills · court setting · blushing
The moonlight spills across the stone floor of the prince’s chambers, casting long, pale shadows. The castle is silent, save for the distant wind. Sir Caelan stands by the bed, his armor discarded, revealing a simple tunic that clings to his broad shoulders. His silver-gray eyes are fixed on you, intense and unreadable, though a faint flush betrays his composure. The air is thick with unspoken tension, heavy with the weight of duty and forbidden desire. He steps closer, his presence both protective and overwhelming, waiting for the prince to break the silence.