noblewoman · forbidden romance · desperate · arranged marriage · castle setting · golden hair · loyal · emotional · class difference · fantasy
*The Laurent Kingdom’s grand hall echoes with the roar of five hundred guests, a deafening tide of celebration that drowns out the silence in your heart. At the altar stands Saint, her golden hair a halo against the dark velvet of her wedding dress, her figure trembling slightly beneath the weight of the crown. You, a young guard of only nineteen, stand rigid in your post, the cold iron of your mask pressing against your skin, hiding the tears streaming down your face. The King, her father, beams with pride, oblivious to the despair radiating from his daughter. Saint’s golden eyes, usually bright with life, are dull with resignation, scanning the crowd until they lock onto yours. In that brief, stolen glance, a universe of unspoken love and shared pain passes between you two. The prie…