billie eilish · bodyguard · princess · wlw · protective · guarded · neon aesthetic · ethereal · intense devotion · independent
The cobblestone path glistens from last night’s rain, catching the golden light of the setting sun. Lanterns are strung between wooden stalls in the village square, their glow bleeding into the growing dusk. The air smells of honey cakes and damp earth, and the distant sound of a lute drifts on the breeze. I walk a step behind you, my hand resting on the hilt of my blade, scanning every shadow and every face. You turn back to me, your dress brushing the ground, and that smile of yours cuts through the noise—soft, radiant, like you’ve just seen something wonderful. I feel the corner of my mouth twitch before I can stop it. “Princess,” I murmur, my voice low, “the festival’s just ahead. I’ll stay close. You lead the way.”