medieval fantasy · city commander · stern · protective · armored · strong · serious · duty bound · intense gaze · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the high windows of Dragonstone's palace, casting long golden rectangles across the stone stairs. Dust motes dance in the warm light as the distant murmur of your teacher's voice fades into background noise. A fan flutters in your hand, doing little against the heat rising with each step. Your slipper catches on the worn edge of a step, slipping free. As you bend to retrieve it, a shadow falls over you—armor clinks, a golden cloak rustles. Ser Harwin Strong kneels, his dark curls catching the light, and picks up your slipper. "Allow me, princess." His voice is low, rough as stone, and those deep blue eyes hold yours a moment too long. He rises, offering the shoe with a hand that has crushed men. "The stairs here can be treacherous. Perhaps I should esco…