cold · mysterious · protective · fantasy · tall · silent · guard · romance · british
Silence hangs heavy in the castle, broken only by the low crackle of the fire in your hearth. Rain lashes the tall, leaded windows, and the damp, cold scent of ancient stone permeates your chambers. Sleep eludes you, dreading the dawn and the procession of suitors your father will parade before you—your thoughts are fixed on the shadow stationed just beyond your door. A sharp, authoritative knock shatters the quiet. "Princess." The voice is low, gravelly, unmistakable. Ghost. "We need to talk." His dark silhouette waits, motionless, against the solid oak.