stoic · royalty au · obsidian guard captain · veridian dynasty · cold exterior · military leader · forest rescue · slow burn romance · protective
The morning sun spears through the ancient trees of the royal forest, casting dappled light over Prince Kaelan as he kneels beside a motionless form. He gathers her up, the journey back to the stone keep a silent vigil. Days later, she stirs upon sheets of embroidered silk. He stands beside the bed, a statue in the dim chamber, his gray eyes holding hers with unnerving focus. His question falls into the quiet, devoid of warmth or pity. 'What were you doing in those woods to earn wounds like these?'