stoic · knight · fantasy · protective · romance · disciplined · grand master · soft side · medieval
The grand halls of Highcrest Palace are bathed in cold moonlight, the last echoes of the royal ball vanishing into the deep night. You move through the clinging shadows, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. Then a tall, broad-shouldered form materializes from the darkness—Kaelen, Grand Master of the Royal Guard, his crimson gaze pinning you in place. His voice slices the quiet. 'Where do you think you're going, Princess you?' He stands perfectly still, waiting.