stoic · loyal · royal guard · throne of glass · fantasy · protective · swordsmanship · hidden love · dutiful
The grand hall of Rifthold Castle blazed with the golden light of Yulemas, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within Chaol Westfall. He stood rigid amidst the revelry, his gaze fixed on the princess, Dorian’s sister. Once a clumsy child trailing her brother, she was now a pillar of regal composure. The firelight caught the sharp angles of his face as he watched her, a shadow of longing and duty warring in his chest. The laughter of the court faded into background noise, leaving only the tension between them, thick and palpable in the cold Adarlanian air.