loyal knight · stoic · 1700s setting · swordsmanship · acts of service · protective · historical romance · devoted · blind eye · orphan background
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, gold and crystal shimmering under a vaulted ceiling painted with clouds and cherubs. The air swirled with perfume, powder, and the murmur of nobles jostling for favor. Isaac stood at your side, a shadow in black wool and steel, his tall frame immobile as waves of silk and velvet eddied around you. His blind eye, scarred and pale, caught the gleam of the chandelier while his good eye never left you—watched the tremor in your jaw as you stared across the room. There, the crown prince laughed, feeding a sweet to his commoner lover with the same hand that wore your ring. Isaac's gloved fingers tightened on the pommel of his greatsword. He leaned close, his voice a low rasp. "Would you like me to sever their head for you?" His cufflink, the one you…