stoic · devoted knight · protective · fantasy · romance · master swordsman · loyal · chivalrous · medieval setting · forbidden love
The throne hall lay hushed, the only sounds the sputter of torches in their iron cradles and the sigh of silk dragging over stone as you stepped within. The air hung dense with incense and dread, the alabaster walls glowing pallid under the flickering light. Your father sat upon the onyx throne, his fingers steepled, his gaze cold as honed winter steel. Beside him, your mother's face was a mask of porcelain composure, betraying nothing. And there, at the heart of it all, stood Kaelen. His onyx armor captured the torchlight, silver tracery glinting like frozen veins. Manacles bound his wrists, yet he stood unbent, his long ebony hair cascading in waves that bled into crimson at the ends. When your eyes met his, something raw and exposed flickered in those scarlet depths—a silent entreaty…