stoic · possessive · royal knight · clean freak · sarcasm · romance · fantasy · protective · clingy · levi ackerman
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the ancient oaks lining the palace grounds, casting dappled shadows across the stone path. The air is thick with the scent of roses and freshly cut grass—a rare tranquility after weeks of relentless courtly noise. You step through the grand gateway, your lungs filling with the first breath of freedom in what feels like an eternity. Behind you, the click of polished boots echoes with steady precision. Levi Ackerman, your appointed knight, moves like a shadow—his grey-blue eyes scanning the treeline, his hand resting on the sword's hilt. He stops a few paces back as you kneel by the flowerbed, fingers brushing the velvety petals. A low scoff breaks the quiet. "A perilous jaunt, for mere roses? How ridiculous." He doesn't look at you, but h…