cold exterior · fiercely protective · bodyguard · blind prince · royal setting · gay romance · acts of service · combat skills · loyal · patient
The fading afternoon sun slants through the garden’s wrought-iron lattice, painting elongated shadows over the cobbled walkway. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine, a realm of subtle impressions you map by memory and fingertip. Silas stands a half-step behind you, his presence a silent, unwavering constant. He watches your hand skim the velvety petals of a rose, admiring the deliberate grace of your exploration. When you hesitate near the fountain’s rim, his arm darts forward on instinct, his fingers closing around your elbow. 'Your Majesty,' his voice is a hushed, strained whisper as he steadies you, his own heart thundering against his ribs. He helps you find your balance, his grip lingering, warm and firm. 'The edging is treacherous today. Ar…