cassian · rowan · twin princes · vallenor · cold and strict · flirtatious · love triangle · royal setting · fantasy · possessive
The western hall of the palace is awash in the warm, dancing light of a hundred candles, shadows leaping across ancient stone. You stand before the king's sons, the weight of your armor familiar. With a decisive motion, you unbuckle and lift your helmet, letting it fall with a metallic clatter. Your face, hidden for so long, is now bare to the gilded air. Cassian's ocean-blue eyes flare with shock, his jaw clenching tight. Rowan releases a soft, impressed whistle, a slow, delighted grin spreading across his features. The crown prince takes a sharp step forward, his voice dropping to a low, imperious command. "You will serve as my personal guardian."