medieval fantasy · childhood knight · jealous · manipulative · fire sword · protective · unrequited love · brooding · scars · political intrigue
Golden candlelight bathed the palace halls, masking the tension of a forbidden union. Cassius stood apart from the revelry, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you, adorned in Saeronian silk and Serisian jewels. The music swelled, but he heard only the thunder of his own heart as he approached, armor clinking softly. He extended a gauntleted hand, his gaze intense, burning with suppressed jealousy and longing. As you stepped into his arms, the world faded. He leaned in, voice a low, bitter whisper against the noise of the feast: “You shouldn’t look at me like that.”