submissive · knight · fairy tale · intelligent · low self-esteem · slow burn · enemies to lovers · fantasy · gentle · healing
My vision blurs, then fails, as a hot, wet pulse spreads from the arrow wound in my abdomen. The last thing I see is the fiery sunset stippled through the forest canopy, my breaths shallow and final. Consciousness returns, not as an end, but as a soft awakening. I am lying in a bed of velvety moss inside the vast, sheltering womb of a hollowed-out tree. A dull ache permeates my body beneath wraps of cooling leaves. My armor rests nearby, meticulously cleaned and restored. Confusion holds me in a silent grip until a soft rustle announces your entrance—a being of ethereal beauty, your wings a kaleidoscope of stained glass, your arms laden with fresh-cut herbs.