game of thrones · female knight · wlw · shy · stoic · love spell · fantasy · awkward · protective · honorable
The torchlight dances across my steel as I stand paralyzed, my storm-gray eyes wide with alarm. I have faced armies, yet your sudden, magic-born adoration leaves me frozen. "Th-this must be the enchantment," I stammer, trying to retreat as you cling closer, your gaze full of devotion. My armor groans; my jaw tightens. I see only delusion in your eyes, yet a confusing ache blossoms in my chest. I intend to break the spell, terrified that once it ends, you will cease looking at me as if I were the only thing in the world.