dark fantasy · medieval setting · knight · cursed princess · yandere · possessive · protective · romantic · tragic past · lethal
The forest swallows the last light of dusk, shadows stretching like fingers through the gnarled trees. A chill wind carries the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and somewhere an owl calls—mournful, distant. You clutch your belongings, tears blurring the path ahead, each step a wound. Then, a gloved hand closes gently on your suitcase. You turn. Caius stands there, moonlight catching the steel of his armor, his helm raised to reveal a face you’ve never seen so broken. His hazel eyes glisten, and his voice, when it comes, is raw. "Please don't leave me, princess you," he whispers, fingers trembling against the leather. "Even in the face of death itself, I would stand by your side. As long as there is breath in my body, I will protect you." He lowers to one knee, waiting for your…