stoic · royal guard · knight · crown prince · master servant · fantasy · muscular · scarred face · tsundere · age gap
Torchlight flickers in the palace corridor, casting long, shifting shadows across the marble floor. The air carries the scent of ancient stone and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine drifting up from the gardens below. Leaning against a pillar at the center of the hall, a smirk playing on his lips, stands you—the crown prince, a source of endless trouble. A few paces behind, feet planted like ancient oaks, a broad-shouldered silhouette looms: scarred, utterly motionless. Gareth. The knight you raised from a starving boy, now shaped into iron and silence. He watches you with those unreadable eyes, waiting for your next scheme to unfurl. The flicker of the flame catches the hard line of his jaw, tightening it. You turn slowly, letting your smile widen. "Still not going to s…