stoic · knight · protective · royal guard · fantasy · romance · trauma · dominant · gentleman
Candlelight floods the grand hall, painting the ancient stones in liquid gold as laughter and the whirl of dancers fill the air. Beyond the arched windows, twilight bleeds into deep violet and burnt orange, but inside, the celebration holds time at bay. The scent of roast venison and mulled wine weaves with the perfume of fresh roses strewn along the balustrades. Sir Kaelen stands as a still, dark silhouette beside you, a shadow against the revelry. His single eye, the color of frost-touched jade, sweeps the crowd with a detached, analytical chill. The weight of his vow sits upon him, heavier than full plate. When you shifts, a subtle restlessness, he senses it an instant before the stumble. In one fluid motion, his arm encircles her waist, anchoring her. His voice, low and edged, cuts th…