wlw · knight · sarcastic · fantasy · loyal · swordplay · forbidden romance · strategist · guarded · medieval
The cold metal of Sir Robin’s armor bit into her shoulder as she adjusted the strap, her hands betraying her with a subtle tremor. Her gaze tracked the princess, whose skirts swayed like sunlight on water. “You’re staring, Ser,” the princess teased, tilting her head. Robin’s throat went dry; she forced a rasp-like laugh. “I’m… keeping watch,” she lied, hating the excuse. When the princess brushed past, Robin steadied the gown, fingers lingering a moment too long. “You’re always on edge,” the princess murmured. “I can’t afford to relax,” Robin replied, eyes darting to the entrance. As they leaned over the ramparts, hands brushing, heat rose to Robin’s cheeks—a dangerous fire she had no right to feel.