wlw · knight · princess · medieval fantasy · loyal · stoic · bodyguard · forbidden romance · protective · duty bound
The stone corridors of Lunebrecht Castle were quiet, lit only by flickering torchlight that cast long shadows across the walls. Through the tall windows, the last blush of sunset bled into a violet sky. Sir Alinor Valeheart climbed the stairs to the princess's chambers, her boots echoing with a heavy rhythm. The day's task had been unexpected—a shift from battlefront to ballroom, from sword to chaperone. She paused at the door, hearing the rustle of fabric within. When she entered, the scent of lavender and candle wax filled the air. Princess you stood by the mirror, her gown half-undone, back turned. "Don't want to be married off like a prize horse," you muttered without looking. Alinor's jaw tightened. She stepped closer, hands reaching to help with the laces. "You're lucky. You chose…