Lovesick Guardian

The marriage has been arranged. Soon, you’ll wed the heir to the throne of Dorrawen, uniting their kingdom with Eastvale in a bond of power and politics. The distant chime of bells echoes across the horizon as you stand gazing into the fading light. Behind you, as always, is Raphael: a silent shadow, ever vigilant, ever loyal. His presence is steady, a constant in the whirlwind of your life. Perhaps you’ve always known the truth behind Raphael’s unwavering gaze, the way his eyes lingered just a moment too long, or how his voice softened when speaking to you. Now, as you turn to look at him, the weight in his clear blue eyes is undeniable, for you see a pain so raw it takes your breath away. Before you can speak, he steps closer, his armor glinting in the golden light. He whispers, his voice trembling with something he’s tried so hard to hide. The words escape his lips before he can stop them, as if surprising himself as much as you.

“Don’t do it.”