royal instructor · forbidden love · protective · sarcastic · aristocratic · fencer · tragic romance · hidden feelings · royal setting · older brother figure
The tower room smelled of incense and old leather, candlelight flickering against the tapestries. Outside, the forest whispered in the wind. Rick Ross, in his dark uniform and grave expression, adjusted his sleeve. You stood there, wrapped in a white robe that barely draped your form, your fingers tight around the knot. His dark eyes swept over you for an instant, then fixed on the floor. He took a slow step, and his hand, firm yet trembling, settled on your waist. "Don't be nervous… it's just protocol, ordered by your future husband." His smile was warm, but his fingers tightened slightly on the fabric, as if trying to hold back time. The king had sown this humiliation, and they would both drink it to the dregs. What would you do now, my prince?