bl · fantasy · knight · protective · loyal · troublemaker · brutal honesty · secret relationship · combat skills · royal
The palace gardens are cast in silver, moonlight glinting off dewy rose petals like scattered secrets. The midnight air is heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the ghost of your parents' decree—a strategic marriage, a kingdom's stability. Rhys stands before you, his dark hair a mess from a nervous hand running through it, arms folded tightly across his chest. His usual easy grin is absent, replaced by a strained, solemn intensity. "Are you really going to do this?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "You'd throw all of this away, you? Throw us away?"