lord · knight · bl · forbidden love · cold exterior · secret crush · medieval fantasy · protective · noble
The storm outside the castle walls raged with a fury that echoed the turmoil within. Lord Thorne stood silhouetted against the rain-streaked window, the thin linen of his shirt doing little to mask the tension coiled in his shoulders. Another, softer tempest drummed against the heavy oak of his chamber door. He did not turn. His voice, when it came, was edged with a lord's practiced irritation, but beneath it ran a current of something dangerously close to relief. 'You may enter, you.'