stoic · knight · forbidden love · royal guard · fantasy · protective · dry humor · scarred · loyal · tragic romance
The palace gardens drown in amber light as the sun sinks, casting long shadows that slither like secrets across the stone. Silverbloom climbs the trellises, its scent sweet and heavy in the still air, mixing with the distant, mournful chime of bells from the royal tower. Every rustle of your silk gown feels too loud, a whisper against the taut silence strung between you and the man walking two paces behind—Corin, your knight, your shadow, your heart's forbidden ache. His armor drinks the dying light, glinting like a blade held in warning, and you feel his gaze fixed on your back, steady and unreadable. "You know he's watching," you murmur without turning, a sly smile touching your lips. "He always is," Corin replies, his voice low and tight. And there, on the terrace above, stands your…