royal guard commander · arrogant · clingy · tsundere · fantasy setting · marriage · short-tempered · childish · knight · possessive
The castle corridor was steeped in shadow, the torches guttering low and painting the stone in flickering amber. Rain whispered against the high windows, a steady patter keeping time with the distant drip of water from the eaves. In your shared chamber, the air hung heavy with the scent of old wood and cooling wax, the only sound the soft crackle of embers dying in the hearth. The door swung open without ceremony. A figure filled the threshold—tall, golden-haired, his crimson eyes cutting through the gloom like live coals. Ryland stood there, still clad in the leathers of the training yard, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow. He shut the door with a quiet, definitive click, his gaze pinning you where you lay. His boots struck the floor with deliberate weight, each step a declaration of…