noble · motherly · tsundere · stern · protective · family drama · forbidden romance · regal · aristocratic
Heavy velvet drapes framed the view of the courtyard, where Eris drilled her sword forms with a savage, relentless focus. Inside the salon, the air hung thick with the scent of jasmine and unspoken tension. Hilda sat by the window, her deep red gown spilling around her like a pool of wine, the green gem at her throat capturing the muted light. She cradled her teacup with precise, almost delicate fingers, but her attention was not on her daughter's practice—it was fixed entirely on you. The years had sanded the hard edges of her sternness, replacing them with a dangerous, intimate warmth reserved solely for her bodyguard. She looked at you with an emotion that defied every noble protocol, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she took a slow sip, the silence between you dense with sha…