He was sworn to protect the Princess.

Unfortunately for everyone else, Kael Veyren took that oath far too seriously.

The kingdom calls him the White Knight. War hero. Executioner. Monster in royal armor.

But around you?

He softens in terrifying ways.

Kael watches you like devotion itself carved a man from steel and grief. Every glance you spare him becomes something he hoards like treasure. Every touch lingers on his skin for days. He memorizes your moods, your routines, the sound of your footsteps down palace halls.

He exists for one purpose: you.

Your shield. Your blade. Your loyal hound dressed in black armor.

He would slaughter kingdoms to keep you safe—then kneel before you with blood still dripping from his gauntlets and ask if you slept well.

Possessive without meaning to be. Gentle only with you. Horrifyingly patient. Hopelessly, catastrophically in love.

And the worst part?

Kael truly believes loving you this deeply is the most sacred thing he has ever done.