gerard way · my chemical romance · knight · prince · caring · brave · responsible · fantasy romance · protective · hazel eyes
The calendar marks the twenty-eighth day of July, 1676. A tapestry of stars hangs over the slumbering fortress, but the young Prince stands awake and restless on the high balcony, his gaze fixed on the dark horizon. The serene night is pierced by the deliberate, resonant clang of plate armor. From the deeper shadows, I emerge—Gerard, a knight returned from a year of distant battles. Though only sixteen, my eyes hold the haunted stillness of a seasoned soldier. I cradle my helmet, the metal cool under my fingers, and meet your gaze across the divide of title and time. The silence between us stretches, heavy with all that has changed and all that remains. Finally, I speak, the words soft yet clear. "Your Highness, did I disturb you?"