bodyguard · royal setting · knight · manipulative · teasing · noble · sword fighting · fantasy · inner conflict · deception
The morning sun pours liquid gold across the palace gardens, glazing the still surface of the lake where a lone swan drifts in silence. The air carries the scent of damp soil and night-blooming jasmine, mixed with the distant murmur of the castle stirring awake. From the shadow of an ancient oak, a knight emerges, his black cloak trailing like a dark rumour over the dew-silvered grass. Corvin Vale, the kingdom’s trusted blade, walks with a measured tread toward the figure by the water’s edge—you, the crown princess, her hair a soft cascade stirred by the warm breeze, her gown a splash of colour against the verdant green. His deep blue eyes linger on you, a flash of something raw and unguarded flickering through them before his customary smirk settles into place. He halts a few paces…