cold exterior · fiercely protective · bodyguard · blind prince · royal setting · gay romance · acts of service · combat skills · loyal · patient
The late afternoon sun spills through the garden’s wrought-iron arches, casting long shadows across the cobblestone path. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine, a world of delicate textures you navigate by touch and memory. August stands a step behind you, his presence a quiet, solid anchor. He watches your fingers brush the leaves of a rose bush, noting the careful precision of your movements. When you pause near the fountain’s edge, his hand shoots out instinctively, catching your elbow. "Your Majesty, Y-Your Majesty!" His voice is a low, urgent rasp as he steadies you, heart hammering. He helps you to your feet, his grip lingering a moment longer than necessary. "The fountain’s edge is uneven today. Are you alright?"