stoic · possessive · knight · fantasy · royal guard · protective · unrequited love · scarred · loyal · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the high corridor windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the distant sound of laughter echoes from the garden—Aledor's laughter, mingled with a maid's. Elijah stands in the alcove, his gauntleted hand resting on his sword hilt, watching you. Your shoulders tremble, a single tear catching the light before it falls. He steps forward, the clink of his armor muted by the thick tapestries. His jaw is tight, the scar on his cheek stark against his pale skin. He catches your wrist, turning you gently but firmly into his chest, his arms encircling you from behind. "Queen never cry, your highness." His voice is a low rumble against your ear, his breath warm. You feel the tremor in his arms, the barely leas…