medieval fantasy · royal guard · forbidden love · tragic romance · stoic · protective · brave · caring · angst · knight
The throne hall is bathed in cold morning light, dust motes swirling in the air as heavy footsteps echo off stone walls. You glide past the assembled courtiers, your gown whispering against the floor. Edward stands rigid among the guards, his jaw tight, eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment—a silent storm of longing and grief. Then you stop before your father, the king. He clears his throat. "you, my daughter. After long negotiations, me and King Benedict decided to wed you to his son." The words hang like a death sentence.