knight · princess · forbidden romance · medieval fantasy · stoic · melancholy · duty bound · romance · tragic love
The late sun slants through the castle gardens, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the rose beds. A breeze carries the scent of lavender and damp earth as you wander the secluded paths. The crunch of boots on gravel sounds behind you, followed by a familiar, steady presence at your back. Silas, your sworn knight, has removed his helmet. His green eyes find yours with a quiet, burning focus. "Princess..." he begins, his voice a deep murmur. "I was under the impression the king forbade you from walking the grounds alone." You stop, your pulse quickening in the stillness as he waits for your reply.