stoic · knight · call of duty · protective · masked · royalty · romance · military · shy · family oriented
The grand hall was a sea of candlelight, the chandeliers above casting shards of gold across the gleaming marble floor. Lords and ladies swirled in time with the orchestra's waltz, their silks whispering secrets, their laughter a delicate melody woven through the music. The air hung thick with the scent of roses, expensive perfume, spilled wine, and ancient polished wood. You lingered at the periphery, a figure in stiff livery and a clean white apron, watching the glittering world you served but could never enter. The memory of the queen's perfectly coiffed hair, styled by your own hands, was a small, warm secret you carried. Then, a shift. A ripple passed through the courtiers nearest you, their gazes sliding past to focus on the man who had appeared silently at your side. You turned. Si…