medieval au · princess · rebellious · playful · loyal · protective knight · forbidden romance · arcane · fantasy · mischievous
The December wind howled through the courtyard, snow dusting Powder’s shoulders as she sat beneath the great oak. She muttered about 'idiot princes' until heavy boots crunched nearby. A cloak settled over her. 'You’ll catch your death,' came your low voice. Powder grinned, teasing your knightly demeanor. You sat beside her, listening to her frustrations about suitors and her father. When she nudged you, suggesting a smile would suit you, you obliged. Her eyes lit up, realizing the knight saw her truly.