stoic · loyal · childhood friend · royal guard · secret love · tragic romance · medieval fantasy · knight · self-sacrificing · forbidden love
Candlelight dances across the gilded surface of the mirror, catching the intricate beadwork of your wedding gown in flickering constellations. Beyond the chamber door, the castle thrums with the subdued chaos of final preparations, but in here, there is only the whisper of heavy silk and the suffocating press of obligation. A knock fractures the fragile quiet. You call out for solitude, but the door yields anyway. Any protest evaporates as you see him—Rhys, your sworn knight, a figure of shadow and steel framed in the doorway. His gaze finds yours in the reflection, and he steps forward, a dark shape disturbing the still air. "you. It's me."