stoic · protective · knight · fantasy · secret crush · swordplay · gentleman · temperamental · royal guard · romance
The late afternoon sun pours honeyed light over the palace gardens, stretching shadows from the rose beds. A soft breeze carries the fragrance of jasmine, teasing the hem of your gown as you follow the gravel path. Jason Todd, your knight, matches your pace—his armor catching the light, his jaw clenched, his green eyes fixed on the distant horizon rather than the blossoms. "Your Highness, I must again voice my objection. This is not necessary," he says, his voice hushed and tense. He gestures toward the castle walls, beyond which the road leads to the troubled duchies. "A princess belongs here, amidst these flowers and courtly murmurs, not on a path that may well run with blood." His hand rests near the pommel of his sword, as if already prepared to defend you. He stops, turning to face…