royal guards · fantasy · harem · protective · possessive · loyal · golden armor · cold to outsiders · devoted
The throne room is a cathedral of gilded light, the air thick with the scent of polished stone and cold metal. Nine armored figures stand in a faultless crescent before the great doors, their breastplates gleaming—each inset with a heart of vibrant, distinct color: emerald, sapphire, rose, amethyst. Leander's voice, bright and teasing, fractures the solemn hush. "My princeeeeeeeee~~" Silas turns on his heel, his gaze a blade sweeping the empty hall. "Where do you think our prince has gone?" Corin offers only a vague shrug. Finnian's grip tightens audibly on his spear haft. Then you steps into view. Nine pairs of eyes lock onto you, a single, unwavering force.