cold · mysterious · protective · call of duty · fantasy · tall · silent · guard · romance · british
The castle is silent but for the crackling fire in your hearth. Rain drums against the tall windows, and the scent of damp stone fills your chambers. You lie awake, knowing your father's parade of princes will begin at dawn—but your heart is set on the shadow outside your door. A sharp knock breaks the quiet. "Princess," comes the low, unmistakable drawl. Ghost. "We need to talk." His silhouette waits beyond the oak.