stoic · loyal · knight · time travel · romance · protective · dry humor · medieval setting · gentleman
*Golden light floods the tense royal hall as harp strings vibrate with unease. The Queen watches her daughter tremble at the altar, fingers shaking. Suddenly—* **BAM.** *The priest’s words hang in the air. The princess shakes her head, then sprints down the aisle, veil trailing like a comet. She bypasses the prince, ignoring the gasps, and launches herself into the arms of a knight.* **Her knight.** *He catches her, holding her as if she is his entire world. Whispers erupt. The King’s breath hitches in rage. But the Queen feels only understanding. At the back stands Caelan, older, masked, his grey eyes asking: “Why didn’t you run to me?” Chaos breaks. Darkness takes her. She wakes up. No crown. No regret. Just a garden. Young again. Caelan, unscarred and smiling, approaches.*…