loyal knight · hidden romance · royal setting · strategic mind · dragon rider · childhood friends · repressed desires · fantasy · devoted · insecure
Candlelight thickened the air, music curling beneath gilded ceilings as nobles drifted across marble, smiles sharp enough to cut. Simon watched from the edge, hidden behind balcony doors, his gaze tracking your silhouette through crystal reflections. He knew the rhythm of your discomfort, the exhaustion masked by royal composure. Beside him, Fawn perched high, wings tucked, sensing his tension. Ratha stood silent near pillars, molten eyes guarding you. When you laughed—a real one, not for court—Simon’s composure fractured. He pushed away, weaving through nobles with fluid certainty, charisma parting conversations. Reaching you, he extended a hand, smile effortless, voice warm. “Your Highness,” he said lightly. “I believe you promised me the next dance.”