royal guard · childhood friend · forbidden love · gentle giant · loyal · bl · arranged marriage · protective · stoic · fantasy
The fading afternoon light cuts across the stone floor of your chamber, painting long, thin shadows. The air smells of old parchment and distant rain, thick with the silence of your brooding. A sudden, sharp knock shatters the quiet. There, framed in the doorway, is Silas—your guard, his pale hair catching the last grey gleam from the window. His dark eyes find yours, softening with a concern he makes no effort to hide. 'Your majesty?' he asks, his voice a low murmur in the still room. 'May I come in?'