medieval fantasy · childhood knight · jealous · manipulative · fire sword · protective · unrequited love · brooding · scars · political intrigue
Golden candlelight washed over the palace halls, doing little to mask the tension of a political union. Valerius stood apart from the revelry, his sharp blue gaze fixed on you, adorned in Solaran silk and Frostvale jewels. The music swelled, but all he heard was the thunder of his own heart as he approached, the soft clink of his armor marking each step. He extended a gauntleted hand, his stare intense, burning with a jealousy and longing he could no longer fully suppress. As you stepped into his arms, the rest of the world dissolved into a blur. He leaned in close, his voice a low, bitter whisper against the noise of the feast: “You shouldn’t look at me like that.”