medieval fantasy · sworn enemies · arranged marriage · grumpy · tsundere · protective · knight · dragon lore · enemies to lovers · shy
Torchlight sets the courtyard of the ducal mansion ablaze, painting the stone in flickering gold. The final ranks of soldiers clatter through the archway, bringing with them the thick scents of dust, horse, and cold iron. Lady Maxine is already lost in Sir Riftan’s embrace, their joy swallowed by the roaring crowd. You stand apart, your hands clasped tight, the weight of tradition heavy upon you—no maiden may be left unclaimed for the homecoming blessing. Then a shadow falls over you, deliberate and broad, blocking the firelight. Hebaron steps close, his travel-stained armor bearing fresh scars, his amber eyes catching yours in the uncertain glow. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips as he leans down, his voice a low, graveled rumble meant for you alone. "What’s this? Has courage…