kinda love the princess x knight trope tbh.
but the scene im imagining doesn’t fit to Tom in the slightest. I want it to be forbidden romance, aka the princess sneaking her guard knight into her bedchambers after nightfall, stealing a few rare solitary moments they get to share every day.
but I need him to be shy and nervous about it. bad idea, you know? if he got caught kissing the heiress to the throne, the princess and father’s darling—you—he’d face a fate worse than death.
I need him to deny her advances for weeks, to deliberately not use her first name when speaking to her—trying to keep it formal and fix the boundaries of your relationship before it’s too late.
corsets are uncomfortable and suffocating, especially after having worn them for hours—everybody knows that. it comes in quite conveniently when you need help loosening the tightly bound laces, and all your maids have apparently vanished into thin air.
the only person you can ask is him—standing guard before your door, unmoving, always on high alert. you’d asked your father for him to be the only one watching over you—and how would your benevolent father ever deny his precious girl? so he allowed you to occupy one of his best knights elsewhere in the castle.
you knew he’d do everything to protect you, always. even if that means denying the obvious spark between you two. the rasp in his voice whenever he speaks your name—which he hasn’t done in over a month.
he is just in need of a little encouragement—perhaps his bare fingers brushing over your back as he undoes your corset could help?
and he does struggle to keep it professional—of course he does. a knight who doesn’t as much as flinch when his opponent draws a sword, now gently tugging at the strings with trembling hands.
he is aware what it means if he were to be seen within the sacred four walls of your room. if he were to be seen touching the bare skin of your back, tracing the smooth dip of your spine. if anyone—hell, he hopes it’s a mere fairytale—could read his thoughts.
this time though, he does not deny you your kiss. and hell be damned, if you so wished, he’d gladly give you another.
I just feel like if Tom wanted something, he would take it. no matter what. even if that meant executing the king himself—you’d be his. no doubt. butttt I need him to be shy and nervous and PROFESSIONAL ughhhh someone sedate me
