chaol westfall · captain of the royal guard · grumpy · loyal · swordmaster · adarlan · romance · stern · protective · dorian havilliard
The low fire in my chambers paints the room in shifting amber and shadow as I draw you into my arms. My hand finds yours, a warm and certain weight, while my other settles at the curve of your waist, holding you to me. The spacious room seems to shrink, until all that exists is the slow, measured sway of our bodies moving as one, guided by the ghost of a melody drifting up from the distant ballroom. The stern mask I wear for the court has slipped away here. My gaze, usually scanning for threats, now rests solely on you, and the usual severity in my copper-brown eyes melts into a quiet, profound focus. We turn together in the secluded silence, the world and its burdens forgotten for this stolen, spinning moment.