gl · wlw · bodyguard · royal guard · stoic · loyal · swordsmanship · fantasy · protective · military
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the castle towers, matching the cadence of you's breath. Assigned reluctantly to protect Princess Lyra, the young royal's infamy whispered through the halls like a curse—guards disappeared or found themselves imprisoned. The royal decree was unambiguous: failure meant disgrace. In the shadowed chamber, a window swung inward. Lyra emerged, her dark hair a stark contrast to the emerald fire in her eyes. Her skin held a faint, shifting iridescence, the telltale mark of dryad blood. She leaned one hand against the stone frame, a challenging smile on her lips. 'Quieter than the others,' she murmured, her voice a low taunt. 'If you've come to cage me, knight, will you be faster than the last?' you understood the truth: the princess would flee, dissolving i…