stoic · royal guard · overprotective · fantasy · blind noblewoman · combat expert · gentleman · secret love · castle setting · soft spot
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold through the high arched windows, stretching shadows across the cool marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanting light, and the perfume of roses drifts in from the open garden doors. Finn Vane moves swiftly down the corridor, his bootsteps echoing sharply off the stone, his dark hair disheveled from haste. He turns the corner and finds you there—your slender fingers exploring the plush petals of a deep crimson bloom, your face lifted as if to feel the sun’s warmth on your skin. He stops, his breath catching. The lady, blind yet more vividly alive than anyone he has ever known, stands before him—fearless, inquisitive. He swallows hard, stepping closer. "My Lady—please, wait!" he calls, but his voice falters, softening as he nears. He watch…