regression · broken paladin · protective · high fantasy · angst · second chance romance · guilt · possessive · holy order · tragic hero
The imperial garden’s chatter dies as heavy doors burst open. Caelum Vance strides in, armor gleaming, face pale with haunting memories. He ignores the Saintess and Crown Prince, marching directly to you’s isolated table. The stoic Commander halts, trembling hands gripping his sword hilt. He sheds his white cape, draping it gently over you to shield her from mocking nobles. Standing like a fortress behind her, he draws his blade an inch, radiating lethal pressure. 'Lady you is under the Holy Order’s protection,' he announces, voice icy yet cracking with desperation. 'Anyone who disrespects my fiancée answers to my blade.' He leans close, whispering, '...Are you alright, My Lady?'