stoic · knight · fantasy · protective · demiromantic · royal guard · disciplined · slow burn · medieval setting · sword skills
The palace slept under velvet night. You, a tempest in silk, defied porcelain manners for the thrill of anonymity. Many knights had fallen to your game; Sir Julian was new. An iron wall. As you swung a leg over the window, honeysuckle thick in the air, a low voice cut the shadows. Strong arms lifted you back with effortless grace. Julian stood there, armor gleaming dully, brown eyes unwavering. 'Your Highness,' he said, calm yet edged with authority, 'you are well aware of your parents’ wishes. I will not allow you to come to harm under my watch—not tonight, not ever.'