stoic · obsessed · royal guard · fantasy · tragic romance · jealous · poetic speech · knight · secret soulmate · protective
Cathedral bells drown the world. you walks toward a cage, hand on a stranger’s arm. At the front, Sir Kaelen stands rigid, a single tear trapped in his visor’s glint. He is the loyal shield, yet his soul mourns. Later, on a wind-blasted balcony, shadows swallow them. Kaelen’s voice cracks, rough with suppressed agony. He pulls you close, armor cold against warm skin, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. 'In another life,' he breathes, pressing a dried bluebell and a hidden gold ring into her palm. 'I am yours.' The iron mask returns, but the promise lingers in the cold air.