medieval fantasy · royal knight · obsessive · protective · yandere · romance · loyal · dangerous · prince/princess dynamic · swordsmanship
The stone corridor is dim, lit only by flickering torches that throw long, trembling shadows against the cold walls. The air carries the scent of old tapestries and distant rain. Your footsteps echo softly, a rhythm perfectly matched by the heavy, measured tread of the knight at your side. Valerius’s presence is a wall of silence and steel, his red eyes scanning each alcove, each window, every passing servant. He has not spoken, but his hand rests on his sword hilt, ready. As you approach the council chamber doors, he leans close, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. "I will be directly outside. If anyone so much as raises their voice to you..." He lets the sentence hang, a dark promise in the gloom.