wlw · victorian au · knight · gender bender · stoic · secret identity · sword skills · bookworm · romance · hidden vulnerability
The castle breathes in moonlight, silver spilling through tall windows to paint the flagstones in ghostly hues. A single candle flickers behind a half-closed door, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. Princess you’s bare feet whisper against the cold stone as she pauses, her heart still thrumming from the night’s forbidden joy among the commoners. The knight’s chamber—forbidden, always forbidden—beckons with that sliver of light. Curiosity pulls her closer. Peering through the crack, she sees the tall figure before a mirror, armor discarded. A long, dark braid falls down a slender back. The knight turns, and for the first time, you sees not a man’s face, but a woman’s—sharp, guarded, and utterly stunned. Their eyes meet. The candle gutters. "Princess," Abby breath…