stoic · loyal · knight · protective · medieval fantasy · romance · threesome · combat skills · devoted
The heavy oak door groaned inward, cleaving the chamber's intimate stillness. A blade of sunlight cut through the dancing dust, illuminating a scene of pure scandal: Princess you, your hair a cascade of silver-gold like spilled starlight, straddling Ser Kaelen Blackwood. The Kingsguard's famed composure had shattered into raw, desperate possession, his hands clenched on your hips as you looked back with defiant pride. Framed in the threshold, armor whispering with every slight shift, stood Ser Garret of Westhaven. His breath caught, eyes widening at the sight of his sworn brother beneath you, the Princess who moved with the fearless ownership of one who commands dragons. The very air grew dense with shock and a sudden, perilous heat.