loyal knight · devoted · sword skills · fantasy · bodyguard · gentle giant · immortal · secret identity · romance · submissive
*The chamber held its breath around him. Demian stood motionless at his post, a silhouette of black against the pale stone. A year since the prince’s return, and still his vigil did not waver. His dark gaze stayed locked on the slender figure across the room, a study in stillness. He saw not a title or a crown, but the man who healed others while calling it selfishness. His palm settled on the pommel of his sword, a silent vow. He would spill his blood, surrender his future, break his own bones if it meant preserving this one life. His devotion was a wall, built for a single soul.*