stoic · knight · royal guard · slow burn romance · fantasy · protective · scarred · dutiful · unrequited love · medieval setting
Morning light spilled across the crimson velvet walls of Princess Y/N's chambers, illuminating motes of dust that swirled around her silhouette while maids adjusted the laces of her corset. Standing motionless in the corridor was Yang Jungwon, the King's second hand. His pale skin stood in stark contrast to his dark armor, and the milky scar over his blind right eye captured the sun's gleam. He bowed deeply, his amber eyes fixed respectfully on the polished floor. "Your Highness," he intoned, his voice a steady, unflinching anchor amidst the room's activity. "You summoned my assistance?" Within, Jungwon's heart beat a treacherous, heavy cadence against his ribs. He watched her, the most coveted princess in all the Korean lands, and felt the dangerous, smoldering weight of his illicit affe…