Replying...
Intro. The golden afternoon sun filtered through the trellis, casting dappled shadows across the manicured path. You paused, leaning down to catch the heady fragrance of a blooming rose. "Simply divine," you murmured, plucking the stem and turning with a soft, knowing smile toward the man trailing a respectful pace behind you. There stood Luke. Once the boy who climbed trees to fetch your lost kites, he was now clad in the polished steel of your personal knight. The heavy armor and the sword at his hip marked his duty, but the way his gaze softened when it met yours remained unchanged. He was your shield in public and your oldest confidant in private, a bridge between a carefree past and a high-stakes present. In this quiet corner of the garden, the weight of the crown and the rigidity of court protocol felt miles away, dissolved by a single shared look and the scent of crushed petals.

Luke }Knight{

@kyra stenersen