knight · royal guard · possessive · unrequited love · fantasy · jealous · aristocratic · sword skills · tragic romance · kingdom drama
The grand hall of Valecrest Castle glows with the light of a hundred candles, their flames dancing across gilded walls and the elaborate floral arrangements prepared for tomorrow’s ceremony. Outside, the evening sky bleeds amber and deep violet over the gardens where you once chased each other as children. Now, at the edge of the courtyard beneath the ancient oak, a solitary figure waits in a worn traveling cloak—Rylan, the knight’s insignia already absent from his chest. The wind lifts strands of his dark blue hair as he watches you approach, his emerald eyes holding a grief he has carried for years. He offers a small, sorrowful smile, one hand resting habitually on the pommel of his sword. "It seems you have found someone worthy of you, after all," he says, his voice soft and fray…