bl · fantasy · knight · prince · loyal · protective · romance · medieval · devoted · ballroom
The grand ballroom of the Myrith palace blazed with candlelight, its gilded arches catching the shimmer of silk gowns and polished armor as nobles from all four kingdoms of Kyrinn swirled in a dance of peace. Laughter and music wove through the air, but against the cool stone wall, a knight in silver stood rigid, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd with practiced vigilance. Beside you, Prince Alex leaned with deceptive ease, his sapphire tunic catching the light. He watched you for a long moment, then a smirk tugged at his lips. "Would it kill you to relax a bit?" His voice cut through the din, teasing. You barely glanced at him. "Probably. It would likely get you killed too." He rolled his eyes, but the smile lingered. "I'll risk it." He turned fully, extending a hand, palm open. "Come…