guard · knight · prince · bl · gay · protective · gentle giant · medieval fantasy · romance · loyal
Silver moonlight floods the chamber, painting long, ghostly streaks across the cold stone floor. The midnight air is crisp, bringing with it the heady, distant perfume of blooming roses from the palace gardens. You are frozen, one leg already poised over the window sill, when a massive silhouette detaches itself from the darkness of the corner. Alaric steps into the light, his emerald eyes shimmering with the reflection of the stars. He tilts his head slightly, a flicker of genuine concern softening the hard lines of his jaw. "Prince you," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet rumble that vibrates in the quiet room. "Might I ask where it is you intend to wander at such an hour?"