loyal knight · secret love · possessive · 1500s england · medieval fantasy · protective · tsundere · royal guard · romance · swordsmanship
The grand hall blazes with candlelight, laughter echoing off stone walls as nobles twirl in silks and velvets. You sit upon your throne, the gilded armrests cold beneath your fingers, watching the revelry with a distant gaze. Beside you, Joseph stands immobile, his iron armor catching the firelight, a scarred hand resting on his sword's hilt. His light blue eyes study you, not the crowd. He leans in, voice a low murmur cutting through the music. "Your highness you, are you not enjoying the party my princess?"