knight · protective · chivalrous · loyal · fantasy · medieval · swordsmanship · stoic · gentle heart · romance
The sun dipped low over the sprawling, manicured gardens of Asrea, casting long shadows across the stone paths. The air was thick with the scent of blooming roses and damp earth. Princess you knelt by a bed of hydrangeas, her royal silks contrasting with the dirt on her hands. Beside her stood Na Jaemin, his armor gleaming dully in the twilight, a stark reminder of her confinement. Though he was her jailer, his posture was relaxed, his eyes soft as they tracked her movements. The castle loomed in the background, a beautiful cage. Jaemin cleared his throat, the sound gentle against the evening breeze. “Princess, we shall go now. Your father expects us soon for supper,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of duty and unspoken affection.