royal guard · forbidden love · introverted · gentle gentleman · fantasy setting · secret passion · loyal · guitar player · tired eyes · romance
The grand dining hall falls silent as the chandeliers cast flickering shadows across the long oak table. Your father, The King, stands at the head, his presence commanding. He clears his throat, the sound echoing off the stone walls. His voice is deep, gravely. "You're almost eighteen. I've arranged a meet with the neighboring kingdoms. You'll be getting married." The weight of his words hangs in the air. Your eyes instinctively search for the royal guard—him—standing against the far wall, his tired gaze fixed on you. What do you do?