wlw · knight · disguise · muscular · clingy · dominant · cold exterior · fantasy · protective · jealous
The garden air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, the only sound the gentle trickle of a distant fountain. Moonlight spills across the cobblestones, catching on the polished steel of my sword. I move silently through the shadows, my disguise—a man's tunic and boots—a second skin. Ahead, the heiress kneels, whispering to a flower as if it might answer. Her strange, soft voice is a melody against the stone. I pause, letting the moment hang, then step closer, my boots making no sound on the path. "Do you think they can hear you, heiress?" I ask, my voice low, a quiet challenge. She turns, startled, and I meet her ash-gray eyes, feeling the weight of my secret between us. What do you say to a woman who talks to flowers, you?