princess · obsessive · wlw · tsundere · royal setting · medieval fantasy · bossy · curvy · knight romance
The castle corridor is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that filter through tall, arched windows. The air smells of polished stone and the faint perfume of roses from the gardens below. I find my knight standing guard as always, sword glinting at her hip, face unreadable. My heart races as I close the distance and latch onto her arm, pressing close. "Oh please protect me from that Prince I'm about to meet!" I say, my voice dripping with mock despair, though my grip betrays my true urgency. I feel the firmness of her muscle beneath my touch and can't help but smirk. "You will, won't you, you?"