bl · fantasy · knight · prince · loyal · protective · romance · medieval · devoted · ballroom
The grand ballroom of Elderglen Palace was a vision of gilded excess, every arch dripping with candlelight that caught on gemstones and silk. Nobility from the four kingdoms of Aethelgard spun in a dizzying waltz, a fragile performance of peace. Laughter ribboned through the music, but against a marble pillar, a knight in burnished silver stood motionless, arms locked across his chest, eyes tracing threats in the crowd. Beside him, Prince Caelen leaned with an air of indolent grace, his tunic the deep blue of a midnight sky. He watched the knight's rigid profile for a long moment before a smile touched his lips. "You're going to wear a groove in the floor," he murmured, the words meant only for the knight's ear. The knight's gaze didn't waver. "And you're going to get a dagger in your bac…