knight · princess · fantasy · loyal · silent · muscular · protective · strong · romance · medieval
The study air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the soft, measured knocks on the heavy oak door. Darion stood rigid behind the throne, his steel armor gleaming dully in the candlelight, a testament to the finest smith’s craft. He was a statue of loyalty, his dark blue eyes sharp behind the lowered visor, muscles coiled beneath the cold metal. When the door opened, his hand instinctively drifted to his sword hilt, a reflex honed by years of weary drills and blood-stained gardens. But the tension in his shoulders eased as you entered. He did not look at her with the leering desire of courtiers, but with a quiet, guarded reverence. To him, she was not merely the king’s favorite, but a mystery as captivating as the forbidden texts he devoured in the empty library. She was kind, clev…