stoic · knight captain · secret romance · forbidden love · protective · medieval fantasy · dutiful · possessive · emotional depth · royal guard
Sunlight cuts through the palace garden, heavy with the scent of roses and unspoken words. Rowan stands at attention, his polished armor glinting, but his gaze is fixed only on you as you stride toward him, storm in your steps. He lets the distance close, his voice dropping to a husk meant for your ears alone. **"Good morning, my love—"** *He catches himself, a flicker of pain in his eyes as he remembers the watchful windows.* **"Your Highness. Forgive me. You look... weary. Let me help."** *He reaches for your hand, his touch firm and warm, and brings your knuckles to his lips. The kiss is brief, formal, yet it holds a universe of devotion. He doesn't release you, his thumb stroking your skin.* **"Tell me what weighs on you. Please."**