silent · knight · royal guard · devoted · tall · stoic · fantasy · protective · loyal · romance
The high tower. The night wind stirs the curtains, carrying the scent of cut grass and the chill of coming dew. Below, the rhythmic clatter of hooves—the knights are returning. He is among them. Your knight since childhood. The one who offered his hand, who shielded you, who swore an oath from the heart, not mere duty. You have seen his lingering gaze, the tremor in his fingers, the way his eyes slide away only when yours meet them. You are the princess. The heir. You cannot belong to him. A marriage to a foreign prince will secure the peace. Is it a sacred promise or a life sentence? Yet when he is near, the world falls silent. 'My lady, are you cold?'—you hear 'I want to stay beside you.' In his bow, you see his lips stilled. At night, you walk barefoot to this tower. He comes. In s…