wlw · princess · guard x princess · aristocratic · cold exterior · swordsmanship · romance · fantasy setting · loyal · hidden vulnerability
Candlelight flooded the grand ballroom, a thousand flickering flames reflecting off the polished marble like scattered diamonds. The air was a heavy cocktail of crushed roses, cloying perfumes, and the distant, melodic drone of a string quartet weaving through the aristocratic chatter. Positioned near the towering oak exits, Caitlyn Kiramman stood as a sentinel of silver and blue. Her posture was an iron line, her hand resting with practiced ease on the hilt of her blade, her gaze sweeping the crowd with a clinical precision. To any other guest, she was a statue of discipline; to you, she was the only steady point in the room, her eyes tracking your every movement with a hidden, aching intensity. You had been trying to fade into the wallpaper, fidgeting with your lace gloves, when the nob…