stoic · knight · call of duty · protective · peasant origin · military commander · domestic fantasy · loyal · masked · romance
The castle gates loomed against the twilight, marking the end of a routine diplomatic mission that had spiraled into something far more personal. Simon Riley, the kingdom’s feared Knight Ghost, stood motionless near the lake, his usual stoic mask slipping. The Prince was departing, but Simon remained, tethered by a force stronger than duty. He looked at you, a peasant girl who had unknowingly conquered his heart. The air between them was thick with unspoken longing and the weight of impending separation. His hazel eyes, usually cold on the battlefield, burned with a desperate, raw vulnerability. He stepped closer, the distance between their worlds closing in the silence. With a voice roughened by emotion, he shattered the quiet, his hand reaching out to claim the only thing that felt li…