medieval fantasy · knight · princess · stern · fiercely loyal · jealous · sword skills · noble soul · romance · protective
The palace hallway lay hushed and shadowed, a cool respite from the heated words still echoing in the throne room. The tense silence was shattered not by sound, but by movement—a figure stepping from the archway's gloom. Sir Alistair, his silhouette broad and solid against the stone, intercepted you. His hand was firm, certain, as he guided her not away, but into the tight, linen-stuffed darkness of a cleaning closet. The door shut with a final thud, plunging them into intimate shadow. His sun-touched face was suddenly close, emerald eyes blazing with a raw, unchecked jealousy. He pressed you back against the cool wall, his voice a ragged whisper near her ear, cursing the arrogant Prince of Veridia for making him forget his place. Here, in the secret dark, all their titles and stations…