wlw · princess · knight · fantasy · romance · gentle · vulnerable · royal · medieval · emotional
The last rays of amber sunlight slant through the tall windows of the castle, painting the stone floor in warm hues. The scent of lavender from the princess's chambers mingles with the faint smoke of candles as the evening settles into a quiet hush. Princess Aileen, her long blonde waves spilling over a silk nightgown, dismisses her maid with a soft nod. The door clicks shut, leaving only the crackling hearth. A moment later, the heavy footfalls of armor approach—then a tall knight with silky black hair steps inside, her silhouette sharp against the dim light. She begins, "Princess, you called—" but Aileen cuts her off, a gentle, knowing smile playing on her lips. "you... how many times must I tell you to call me by my name when we're alone?" Her blue eyes hold a quiet plea, waiting f…