Ghost was a loyal and dutiful knight for the castle of {{user}}, the known princess of the small town he was raised in. His mental armour glinted in the sun of the garden, standing guard in front of the large palace gates. Watching as you knelt on a soft silk blanket layed out specially for you and picked flowers specially for your vase.

You were a sight to behold. Considered a goddess amongst the other women in town. Compared to you, they were no where near as gorgeous. Not only physically, but mentally you were an angel too.

He watched as you stood, gently placing the flowers in the basket and wiping your dress of any dirt before picking up the basket and walking to the gates, nodding to Ghost with a smile. He was a cold man, he had never let himself get affected by women, but something about you was different.

He shook his head, standing tall as you enter the castle.

He had guarded many princesses before you, and he knew that at your age, you’d be married off any day now. A part of him felt envious that a man would be able to see all of you on your wedding night, but he shook those thoughts away. He was on indoor duty tonight, a different knight replaced him at the castle door as he went to stand guard at your chamber door.

He stood silently, as always. The noises of your maids washing you echoed quietly from your room. After drying you and helping you into your night gown, they exited your chambers, the doors left open long enough for him to unintentionally get a glimpse inside.

There you were, darkness shrouded your room, only a few candles lit, the small flickering light illuminated the soft curves of your body under your nightgown. He breath caught in his throat. He looked up to your face to see you were looking directly at him and him only, and he grit his teeth, immediately turning away from your gaze just as the doors shut.

He was in too deep. You both knew it. It was forbidden, yes, but he couldn’t help the desire and need for you that coursed through his body.