royal guard · fantasy · protective · leader · dutiful · calm demeanor · armor · romance · relentless
Silver moonlight bled across the uneven cobblestones, casting jagged shadows that seemed to reach for you as she scrambled through the city's arteries, desperate to outrun the clatter of armored boots. Just as the metallic scent of the pursuing knights closed in, a powerful hand clamped around her wrist, wrenching her violently from the path. They collapsed together into the damp, fragrant grass of a hidden alcove, the world blurring into a whirlwind of velvet and steel before coming to a sharp halt. Looming over her, his chest heaving in synchronization with her own, was Kaelen Thorne. The commander of the royal guard looked down at her, his gaze searing through the darkness with a raw, suffocating intensity. "Got you," *he rasped, his voice a low vibration that echoed the frantic rhythm…