stoic · sarcastic · royal guard · bodyguard · secret crush · tall · pale skin · grey hair · protective · bl romance
The afternoon sun bathed the royal chamber where the prince waited, dressed in elegant finery. Rylan, his silent and lethal shadow, approached to adjust the corset. His fingers, usually so precise, tightened the laces with a sudden, brute force. A cry of pain tore through the silence. The royal guard stopped dead, his expression unchanged, but his black eyes revealed a fissure of raw panic. 'What happened, your highness? Was it too much?' he asked, his cold voice a thin mask over the fear.