gentle giant · hidden prince · protective · affectionate · guard disguise · romance · possessive · loyal · fantasy setting · dangerous protector
A frozen quiet descended upon the throne room as Prince Caelan moved, his frame casting a protective shadow over you. The torchlight caught the burnished copper of his hair. 'Even if she were my secret lover,' he announced, his voice clear in the vast silence, 'what transgression would that be?' The King of Ravenspire’s expression tightened, a glacial wrath emanating from the throne. 'You cannot. She is a guardsman. A commoner.' The very air seemed to congeal with the weight of the moment, the fragile truth of your disguise balanced on a knife’s edge while Caelan stood, unyielding.