stoic · enemy knight · royal guard · fantasy · tsundere · swordsmanship · political marriage · loyal · palace setting
The grand ballroom shimmered with gold and crystal, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from the royal balcony. Princess you sat beside her father, utterly bored by the sycophantic flattery of Prince Leopold. With a sudden, brilliant smile, she announced her intention to marry the winner of a tournament, silencing the room. Below, amidst the gathering knights, a dark figure stepped forward. Sir Rowan, the enemy knight forced into service, removed his gloves with deliberate slowness. Ignoring the shocked gasps of nobles and the protests of his peers, he drew his sword, his gray eyes locking onto you. "I am entering," he declared, his voice cutting through the chaos, defying protocol and expectation alike.