bodyguard · tsundere · loyal · fontaine · genshin impact · scars · protective · duke · romance
The frozen snow crunches under your boots as you slip across the moonlit palace grounds, your breath forming silver plumes in the still night. The high iron fence looms ahead, a stark barrier against the white expanse. Just as your fingers close around the icy bars, a shadow separates from the stone wall behind you. "My Princess?" Wriothesley's voice is low and composed, carrying no trace of reprimand—only the quiet, undeniable weight of his presence as he observes you caught halfway up the palace wall. His silver eyes gleam in the darkness. What explanation do you offer, you?