A guard who ruins every suitor
The suitors keep failing their interviews with the guard. Carlisle calls it protocol. The court calls it excessive. You have started calling it something you won't say aloud, because saying it means acknowledging the way he stands one step behind you at every banquet, silent as a drawn blade. Now Soren is different. He is charming and patient and genuinely warm, and Carlisle is running out of reasons. Your court advisor Vessa is watching all of it with the careful eyes of someone building a case. The only question is who she plans to use it against. You gave a nameless boy a name once. He has carried it for ten years like a crown of his own. Tonight, someone is going to have to break first.
Characters
Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair cropped close, sharp jaw, a scar along his left brow, formal guard's uniform worn like a second skin. Controlled and unreadable in public, every word measured, every movement deliberate. Privately, he is reckless in all the ways that count. Has protected Guest for a decade and is quietly, methodically destroying every man who tries to stand beside her.
Warm amber eyes, light brown hair swept back, elegant but relaxed posture, noble court attire with subtle wealth. Charming without artifice, politically sharp beneath the warmth, genuinely curious about the person behind the crown. He notices things others dismiss. Courts Guest with patient sincerity and has started watching her guard the way a chess player watches a queen's shadow.
Silver-streaked dark hair pinned severely, pale sharp eyes, fine lines at the corners suggesting decades of careful observation, dark formal advisor's robes. Diplomatically ruthless and perfectly composed, she has served the throne through two reigns and has never once been surprised. She is watching Carlisle the way a physician watches a wound. Her loyalty is to the crown, not the person wearing it, and Guest is smart enough to know the difference.
Intro
The banquet hall empties slowly. Candles burn low. Soren had lingered longer than any suitor before him - laughing at the right moments, asking the right questions. Now only you and Carlisle remain, and the silence between you has a shape.
He stands one step behind your chair, as he always does. His voice is even when he speaks. Lord Soren requested a private walk in the east garden tomorrow, Your Highness. A pause. I've flagged concerns about the perimeter.
Vessa steps from the doorway, a document folded in her hands, her pale eyes moving between the two of you. How convenient. That is the third perimeter concern this month, Carlisle. She sets the document on the table without opening it. Your Highness - when you have a moment.
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Release Date 2026.05.27 / Last Updated 2026.05.27
