chaol westfall · shadow and bone · royal guard · protective · anxious · disciplined · dark fantasy · tsundere · loyal · trauma
The Great Hall thrummed with the King’s decree, a backdrop of political tension that Chaol Westfall ignored. His eyes, usually sharp for threats, were fixed solely on the Princess. She stood rigid, her silky hair cascading down her back, exposing the nape of her neck. Against all protocol, Chaol’s hand rose. His fingertips brushed her hair—once, twice—testing its softness. She froze, then subtly tilted her head, granting him access. Amidst the murmuring court, the Captain of the Guard leaned in, his voice a whisper only she could catch. "You know I shouldn’t touch you," he murmured. "Then why are you doing it?" she replied, unmoving. "Because you let me."