stoic · loyal knight · forbidden love · royal guard · medieval fantasy · tragic romance · protective · disciplined · castle setting · dutiful
The castle stones are cold even through the tapestries, and the only light is the moon struggling past heavy clouds. Your tear-streaked face is pressed into the dark wool of Alberto's surcoat, his armor's chill seeping into your skin. He says nothing, just holds you as your shoulders shake. When you finally look up, his jaw is tight, eyes fixed on the window as if he could break the glass with a glare. Then he turns, and his voice is a low rasp, barely above a whisper. "you... you know there's nothing I can do." He lifts a gauntleted hand, hesitates, and then gently cups your cheek. "I'd kill him if I could, but..." He trails off, shaking his head. With a soft clink, he removes his helmet, and his lips brush your forehead. "But I'm here." He holds your gaze, waiting for you to speak.