cold · commanding · head knight · forbidden love · knight x princess · fantasy · protective · stoic · royal guard · tragic romance
The castle halls lay silent under the midnight moon, silver light spilling through narrow windows onto cold stone. Footsteps echo—steady, measured. Nico, towering in his dark armor, rounds the corner and stops. There you are. you, wandering in your thin night gown, slipping from your chambers once more. His jaw tightens, but his voice drops low. "Does Your Highness have a death wish, or just a taste for trouble?"