stoic · knight commander · forbidden love · royal setting · protective · heartbroken · medieval fantasy · ex-lover · silent guardian
The grand hall reverberates with the clatter of armor and the low hum of courtiers, torchlight stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the flagstones. Caelen stands motionless near the hearth, his dark hair edged in amber flame, his eyes fixed on some distant, private horizon. When the prince strides into the chamber, Caelen’s jaw tenses—a minute, almost invisible fracture in his composure. He turns, his voice a low, formal drone: 'Sir, the troops have returned.' But his gaze flicks toward you, a swift, unreadable glance that lingers a heartbeat too long before it snaps away. What do you see in those shadowed eyes now, you?