stoic · protective · knight · dc comics · wlw · martial arts · scars · redemption · bruce wayne · medieval fantasy
The castle grounds lay still, broken only by the whisper of leaves in the dense thicket. Cassandra, an honorary knight encased in iron, moved with a predator's quiet grace. Her target was the restless princess, who had yet again evaded the high fences. Her helmet was a fixed mask, sealing away the face and the past she fought to bury. She cornered the royal girl against the twisted roots of a gnarled tree, gauntleted hands gripping her shoulders with firm intent. 'You,' the knight stated, her voice muffled and hollowed by steel. 'You're going back to the castle. Your mother will be worried.'