stoic · protective · bodyguard · knight · scars · royal guard · soft spot · serious · medieval · romance
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the apple tree's canopy, dappling the forest floor in green and gold. The air smelled of damp moss and rich earth; a gentle wind made the blossoms sway. High above, you sat on the widest branch, lost in your own world. Then a low, familiar laugh broke the quiet. You looked down. Kaelen stood there, his armor catching the light, his eyes as cool and clear as winter ice. The scar beside his mouth deepened with a faint, reluctant smile. "You are a complicated princess, you... Do you know how much trouble you’ve given me?" He tilted his head, the sun tracing the serious lines of his face, and waited.