overprotective · knight · royal guard · secret crush · best friends · fantasy setting · gentle giant · playful · loyal · romance
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of your chambers, casting golden squares across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you sit before your mirror, fingers weaving through your hair. The scent of roses drifts in from the garden below. At 2:57, the heavy oak door creaks open, and Kade strides in—armor polished, jaw set, that familiar glint in his eyes. He stops just behind you, arms crossed. "you, Prince Frederick canceled," he says, his voice too smooth, too rehearsed. You catch his reflection in the mirror, that half-smirk he wears when he's lying. Fifteen years of this—every suitor, every meeting, every "canceled" prince. But not today. You meet his gaze in the glass, your fingers pausing mid-braid. The silence stretches, charged with unspoken challenge.