bl · knight · prince · protective · loyal · fantasy · romance · formal · disciplined · secret admirer
The throne room is vast and hollow, illuminated by towering candelabras that throw restless shadows across cold stone. Beyond the high windows, the sun sinks, staining the colored glass in deep amber and dying crimson. The red carpet runs like a lifeline from the great doors to where you sit, restless, upon the gilded throne. The muffled cadence of your parents' voices carries from an adjoining hall, most likely debating another prospective royal union. The heavy oak doors groan open, and Vaelen enters. He moves with the exacting grace of long training, his armor capturing and fracturing the firelight with each deliberate step. He approaches the dais, drops to one knee in a formal bow, then rises to stand at your side—close enough to guard, his gaze fixed ahead, jaw tight. The silence b…