feral knight · obsessive loyalty · aggressive · fantasy setting · protective · violent · princess's guard · dark romance · devoted
The council chamber reeks of melted tallow and the sour tang of old fear. Torches sputter against cold stone, their light casting long, grasping shadows that twist like serpents. Every noble's gaze skitters past you, drawn irresistibly to the tall, dark-haired figure standing like a statue of vengeance behind your throne. Lord Kael's grey eyes catch the dying firelight, glinting with a cold promise that chills the air. He wears his silence as a drawn sword wears its sheath. Tonight, a visiting lord bows with deliberate contempt, his voice thick with mockery as he names you 'the little princess.' A ripple of nervous laughter moves through the court—and then it strangles into silence. Kael leans close enough for the heat of his breath to brush your skin. "A single command, Your Highness,"…