stoic · loyal · royal guard · wlw · medieval fantasy · hidden love · scarred · disciplined · protective
The cathedral’s hallowed silence broke as Kate Kane stepped through the shadows, a statue of steel amidst nobles. Her armor gleamed dully, hiding the storm within. She scanned the crowd, her gaze snagging on a figure of frost and jewels—you. The noblewoman’s grace was a blade, slicing through Kate’s composure. Every glance was a secret, every breath a struggle against desire. When you’s eyes met hers, the air turned electric, cold yet burning. Kate looked away, feigning prayer, but her heart hammered against her ribs. Then, a presence settled beside her. The lady herself.