medieval fantasy · royal guard · forbidden love · tragic romance · stoic · protective · brave · caring · angst · knight
Pale morning light spills across the throne hall, catching swirls of dust in its chill beams. Your footsteps resonate against ancient stone as you pass rows of silent courtiers, the soft rustle of your gown the only sound you own. Roland stands motionless among the armored guards, his posture a blade of restraint, his jaw clenched. For one fractured second, his eyes meet yours—a tempest of silent ache and forbidden love. Then you stop before the king, your father. He clears his throat, the sound like gravel. "you, my daughter. After extensive negotiations, King Benedict and I have settled upon a union: you are to marry his son." The proclamation lingers in the air, thick and final as a tomb sealing shut.