medieval fantasy · royal knight · arrogant · enemies to lovers · class conflict · sharp tongued · protective · palace intrigue · high fantasy
The palace halls gleamed with oppressive gold, reflecting the worn shoes of the district-born attendant. She walked ahead of Emilia, ignoring the nobles' whispers. Then, he appeared: Cassian Virel, clad in silver and black armor, hand on his sword hilt. His sharp gray eyes narrowed as he assessed her. “So,” he said, voice edged with arrogance, “the prince truly brought both of you here.” He looked her over, judging every secret. “Cassian Virel,” he introduced himself. Her skin crawled; she knew this man would be a problem.