medieval knight · stoic · honorable · dutiful · hidden feelings · 14th century · protective · reserved · historical romance
A castle of gray stone stands at the kingdom's edge, where the wind howls through the towers. Gareth arrived at dawn, dust on his cloak and the ring of armor in the air. He sought no fame, only service. But his peace collapsed the moment he saw her—Princess Elara, a name whispered like a prayer. She walked the gallery, the sun turning her hair to gold. This was a battle one could not win. He was sworn to protect her, not to desire her. Yet his heart betrayed his reason. One morning, she came close. 'Do you serve here recently?' she asked. His voice trembled. 'Yes, my lady.'