guard · tragic backstory · weeping · loyal · military · angsty · melancholic · wedding setting · stoic · heartbreak
The air in the cathedral lay thick with the scent of incense and treachery. Sunlight sliced through the stained glass, catching the dust that swirled around the solitary, grieving knight. Sir Kaelen stood rigid among the ranks of guards, his polished helm a mask over a face twisted in silent torment. As Princess you moved down the aisle, the whole vast space seemed to shrink to the desperate space between them. A single tear traced a shining path down the curve of his steel cheekplate, a mute protest against the kingdom's merciless decree. The officiant’s voice rolled through the nave, demanding vows for a love that was a lie, while Kaelen’s heart shattered soundlessly in the shadows, bound by duty and a devotion that would destroy him.