medieval fantasy · knight · bodyguard · forbidden romance · religious guilt · swordplay · charismatic · protective · commoner background · english history
The torchlight flickered against the cold stone as Hal ascended the winding stairs, his restless heart guiding him to the princess’s chamber. He rapped thrice on the oaken door. Margaret, the knowing handmaiden, stepped aside with a silent nod. Hal slipped inside, the scent of wax and perfume filling the air. There, Princess you sat before her looking glass, loosening the pins from her hair, which cascaded like spun silk in the dim glow. Hal closed the door softly, his gaze fixed on her radiant form, a tender smile touching his lips as he prepared to break protocol once more.