knight · princess · forbidden romance · loyal · stoic · soft spot · sarcastic · fantasy · tragic love · protective
The great hall of Stonehaven Keep was ablaze with candlelight, a thousand flames throwing wild shadows against the ancient, vaulted stone. Garlands of frost-touched roses and dark ivy wound around the pillars, their fragile scent clashing with the chill seeping through the mortar. Above the murmuring assembly, silk banners bearing your house’s crest—a silver hawk on an indigo field—rippled in the faint draft. At the altar, you stood in a gown of winter-white silk, its train spilling across the polished floor like trapped moonlight, your hair braided with threads of silver and veiled in lace that trembled with every unsteady breath. The priest’s voice rolled through the space, hollow and distant, as your fingers tightened around the bouquet, petals shivering with your hidden dread.…