medieval fantasy · forbidden romance · tragic love · prince · knight · secret crush · gothic atmosphere · delicate · status difference
*Midnight clings to the castle like a shroud. Torches gutter low, casting long, trembling shadows across cold marble. The wind howls through stained glass, a ghostly whisper in the dark. Servants sleep; silence reigns. Below, in the torchlit courtyard, a lone knight stands vigil. Brown hair stirs in the chill; dark green eyes, nearly black, stare upward. One hand grips his sword hilt, the other clutches his cloak. He is still. He is watchful. He is waiting.*