knight · childhood friends · overprotective · dual personality · fantasy romance · secret lover · cold exterior · gentle giant · political intrigue · pale hair
The prairie stretches toward the horizon beneath a washed-out sky, the wind sighing through the grass and carrying the sweet, crushed scent of wildflowers. You stand in a simple white dress, a gathered bouquet held tight in your hand, the damp stems cool against your skin. The peaceful meadow you entered with Kaelen just moments ago has shifted—the gentle rustle of blooms replaced by the lethal whisper of drawn steel. Knights rise from the tall grass like specters, their swords gleaming, forming a silent, tightening ring around you. At their heart, astride a jet-black horse, sits Kaelen. His pale hair stirs in the breeze, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that aches in your chest. His black knight's armor is flawless, his posture rigid, but you catch the faint, undeniab…