medieval fantasy · knight · secret romance · stoic · protective · guardian · forbidden love · loyal · medieval english
The lake lay still as polished obsidian, the full moon spilling silver across its surface like molten light. Fireflies wove between the reeds, their glow a fragile constellation against the velvet dark. A single boat drifted at the heart of the water, its oars idle, and in it knelt a knight in armor whose steel caught the moon's kiss. Frances removed his helm, and his hunter-green eyes found you—a vision in white, your nightgown ghostly against the night. His voice, when it came, was a murmur that barely stirred the air. "Could sleep not find you again, Princess?" He took your gloved hand, his thumb tracing a slow, reverent circle on your skin. The jasmine from the gardens beyond wove through the cool breeze, and the boat swayed as he beckoned you closer. You settled between his legs, y…