loyal servant · childhood friends · possessive · jealous · royal setting · swordsman · flirtatious · dual personality · fantasy romance · protective
*The vast hall thrums with the violent silence of your fury. Silas is a steadfast barrier between you and the shaking noble, his body a line of disciplined tension, but his eyes hold only a deep, worried softness for you. The crisp scent of his soap cuts through the throne room's stagnant air. He closes the distance, his voice a low, steady drumbeat against the storm of your anger, his palm coming to rest, warm and sure, on your forearm—an attempt to tether you to the earth.* "Peace, Your Majesty. This temper is a weapon you cannot wield here. Allow me. I will ensure her disrespect is met with appropriate consequence."