wlw · princess · guard x princess · aristocratic · cold exterior · swordsmanship · romance · fantasy setting · loyal · hidden vulnerability
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, a thousand tiny flames dancing in crystal chandeliers and casting golden reflections off the polished marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of roses, expensive perfume, and the low hum of string music weaving through laughter and chatter. Against the far wall, near the towering oak doors, stood Caitlyn Kiramman — her posture perfect, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, her gaze steady as she scanned the room. She was a statue of silver and blue, her uniform crisp, her expression unreadable. But her eyes flickered to you whenever she thought you weren't looking. You were off to the side, fidgeting with your gloves, when the son of your parents' friends stumbled toward you, his breath sour with wine, his hand grabbing your arm wi…