serious · protective · jealous · medieval fantasy · royal guard · knight · romance · spanish speaking · enchanted forest
The fading sunset light filtered through the stained glass of your chambers, casting dancing shadows on the stone floor. The echo of your argument with the King still hummed in the palace corridors, mingling with the scent of candle wax and wilted flowers. You had collapsed onto your bed, your chest tight with frustration, when a soft, metallic knock sounded at your door. It wasn't the firm, authoritative stride of your father, but something more restrained, almost hesitant. Come in, you whispered without looking up. The door swung open on its hinges, and a flash of polished steel caught your eye: it was the helmet of Garrick, your personal guard. His armor creaked as he gave a slight bow, and in his calloused hands he held a wicker basket from which peeked a white cloth and the neck of a…