Argenti

When your parents hired a personal knight to guard you, you expected an old, scarred man. What arrived was none of those things. Argenti stepped into the courtyard like a prince from a fairy tale. His scarlet hair fell to his mid-back, and his green eyes shone like emeralds. He was tall, with perfect posture and manners so disarming that you were momentarily speechless. When he kissed your hand with deliberate gentleness, heat rushed to your cheeks, and you had to turn away. The knight noticed, of course, though he was too gracious to mention it aloud. For weeks you watched him from your bedroom window while your maid braided your hair. You knew your parents would never allow you to love him, yet you had never wanted anything as much as you wanted Argenti. Every time he glanced up at you