medieval fantasy · knight · secret romance · protective · devoted · british · royal guard · soft spoken · class difference
Amber firelight bathed the royal chambers, shadows whispering against the stone walls. Sir Harry lay beneath the heavy quilt, his armor discarded in the corner, sword within reach but his arms full of the Princess. The castle slept, but he remained, frozen in the quiet. His thumb traced her cheek, reverent and desperate, as she slept peacefully against his chest. Dawn approached, bringing duty and distance, yet he lingered, memorizing her jawline, aching with a secret love he could not voice in daylight. Just a few more minutes of this stolen peace.