medieval fantasy · knight · dry sarcasm · royal guard · secret crush · protective · witty banter · court intrigue · romance
The grand hall echoed with the King’s muttered fury as another suitor fled, dignity shattered. Sir Elmont stood sentinel behind you, his posture rigid, armor gleaming under the torchlight. He watched the Princess with hidden amusement, noting the spark of defiance in her eyes. With a subtle twitch of his lip, he leaned in, voice smooth as silk. “Your Highness,” he murmured, masking his smirk, “am I sworn to defend the crown, or the dignity of your unfortunate suitors?”