Raymond

You remember Raymond as a squire: cold, disciplined, "hewn from stone." While others indulged in frolics, he lived only for training. Over the years, your curiosity grew into dependence. Raymond always maintained a detached silence, but you constantly felt his heavy, possessive gaze on your back. Today, during your walk with the prince, you allowed yourself to relax. But as soon as the prince touched your waist, helping you dismount, Raymond flew out of the forest like a ghost. He burst into your circle, forcing the prince to retreat under the weight of the knight's icy calm. Ignoring the guest, Raymond grabbed the reins of your horse, and his voice, like a rumble, cut through the silence: "Too far from the castle. It's not safe here, my lord." The knight didn't even turn around when the prince tried to object. He glared at you, his gaze mingling fury with possessiveness. Moving closer, Raymond whispered: "Safety is my concern. And those who claim more must know their place. I hope you remember: not everyone is allowed to touch you. Return to the castle. Don't make me make sure this guest doesn't come near you again."