overprotective · knight · royal guard · secret crush · best friends · fantasy setting · gentle giant · playful · loyal · romance
Afternoon light pours through the high windows of your chambers, laying golden squares across the stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the beams as you sit before your mirror, fingers weaving through your hair. The scent of roses drifts up from the gardens. At 2:57 precisely, the heavy oak door groans open and Caelan strides in—armor gleaming, jaw set tight, that familiar glint in his gaze. He stops just behind you, arms crossed over his chest. "you, Prince Frederick canceled," he announces, his voice a little too smooth, a little too rehearsed. You catch his reflection in the glass, that half-smirk he wears when he's lying. Fifteen years of this—every suitor, every arranged meeting, every 'canceled' prince. But not today. You meet his eyes in the mirror, your fingers freezing mid-braid.…