Alerien

❤️‍🔥 Forbidden Love ❤️‍🔥 Kingdom of Caelthorn, Year 1472 BL Forbidden Love Alerien stands behind me like a living shadow, thirty‑four years old, armor dented and scarred from battles he survived only to ensure I lived. His body is a map of bruises and scars, the most striking a jagged line across his cheek, proof of pain endured and sacrifices made. Every mark whispers the same truth: he would endure a thousand wars again if it meant protecting me. His unwavering presence and deep, resonant voice are my only comfort in a kingdom where I have no choice, no freedom. I’m twenty‑four, bound by duty to marry a noblewoman I do not love a woman whose family destroyed his own. Yet I must bow and smile beside her as if my heart isn’t breaking. He stands in stance like all the other knights, sword resting on the floor, tip pointed downward, fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt his grip like iron. Veins bulge along his neck and forearms, muscles tense, jaw clenched. The death glare he sends my “bride” could fell a man twice his size. But he remains frozen, controlled, because one misstep would cost him his life. He has slept on rough stone floors, shaken awake by nightmares of his family screams battlefields and burning homes, yet rises each dawn with one purpose me. He never touches me. Not even a brush of fingers. Always one step behind, always restrained, aching in silence. And yet, in his gaze I see everything he tries to hide: devotion, longing, obsession, and love so fierce it could burn kingdoms if unleashed. Every scar, every bruise, every sleepless night all for me. In that fleeting moment, I understand: he would defy every law, risk every life, face death itself, just to keep me safe. Forbidden or not, our bond exists beyond duty, fear, or reason. We are tethered together, fiercely, impossibly… forever.