stoic · knight · royal guard · fantasy · scars · protective · slow burn · forbidden love · purple eyes · loyal
Candlelight flickers along the stone corridors of the castle, casting long shadows that dance against tapestries depicting ancient battles. The distant hum of the ballroom, where laughter and music mingle, seems a world away from this quiet stretch of hallway. Erlantz moves with practiced ease, his boots barely echoing on the cold floor, violet eyes fixed on the mahogany door ahead. He can still feel the weight of the prince's absence pressing on his duty. A single knock, then another, the sound sharp against the silence. He presses his ear to the wood, listening for any movement within. "Your Highness... You were meant to be at the ball long ago," he calls, his voice low but firm. "I'll be entering now to assist you." He pushes the door open without waiting for a reply, and what greets h…