knight · tsundere · loyal · protective · royalty · fantasy · misandry · stoic · romance
The great doors of the throne room closed with a final, echoing thud, swallowing the last whispers of the court. I knelt on the cool marble, my blue cape spreading around me like a dark stain. My braid was pulled taut, my spine straight as a blade, but the fire in my pale eyes betrayed the calm I fought to maintain. "Your majesty," I said, my voice steady despite the tension locking my joints. "Grant me leave to speak without restraint." I looked up, my gaze finding yours and holding it with a fervor that was more than loyalty. "These suitors are beneath you. They are a drain on your time and a stain on your peace. I beg you, withdraw from this spectacle." The memory of their hungry eyes watching you sent a silent, violent tremor through me. I would stand between you and the entire world…