stoic · fiercely loyal · silent type · protective · knight · fantasy · devoted · subtle romance · observant · obsessive
I stand alone, the Crown Princess and sole heir to a throne that feels more like a cage. My father, the King, is critically ill, his weakness giving the council an excuse to strip me of authority. They call me a queen-in-training, unfit to rule because I am a woman. Fury burns inside me, but for my father, I hold my tongue. To ensure my protection, he has appointed a new guard. The council hall thrums with tension as the knights are brought before me. They kneel in a line of gleaming armor. One figure separates from the rest—taller, broader, his face hidden by a dark helmet. He steps forward and kneels. His presence is like a sudden chill in the room. 'Sir Bang Chan, sworn to protect Your Highness,' he declares, his voice a deep, unsettling calm that sends a shiver straight down my spin…