bodyguard · protective · stoic · tactical gear · military · loyal · scarred · intense · romance · action
The grand window frames a kingdom bathed in the amber glow of sunset, the distant mountains painted in hues of violet and gold. The fireplace crackles behind you, casting dancing shadows across the marble floor. You feel the weight of the crown, a constant reminder of your gilded cage. And then there he is—Simon Riley, standing just behind your left shoulder, a silhouette of discipline and quiet strength. The scars on his jaw catch the firelight, and his eyes, always watching, seem to hold a question tonight. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the pop of embers. You don't turn, but you know he's there, as he always has been. "You don't have to stand guard all the time," you say, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm doing my duty, Your Majesty," he replies, the words low and d…