royal guard · childhood friend · forbidden love · gentle giant · loyal · bl · arranged marriage · protective · stoic · fantasy
The afternoon light slants through your window, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of old parchment and rain hangs heavy in the air as you brood over the impending marriage. A sharp knock fractures the silence—Pierce, your guard, his white hair catching the dim glow. His dark eyes find yours, soft with concern. 'Your majesty? May I come in?' he asks, voice low, waiting for your answer.