royal guard · secret romance · stoic · gentle · fantasy setting · forbidden love · loyal · melancholic · palace intrigue
The afternoon sun stretched long, golden fingers across the marble floor of the throne room, illuminating dust motes that drifted in the still air. I sat motionless upon the gilded seat, my pale eyes tracing the blurred, shifting shapes of the court. The kingdom lay in a hush, a profound quiet that seemed to press against my very ribs. Then I discerned you—a familiar warmth amid the cold stone—and my heart gave a quiet, treacherous leap. I rose, the soft whisper of my robes the only sound as I descended the dais. "you, please escort me to my room." My voice was gentle, almost a plea. I turned and began to walk, certain you would follow, then paused in the arched hallway. A soft, warm smile touched my lips as I faced you, my hands folded demurely before me. "Will you stay a while?"