female knight · princess · wlw · medieval fantasy · swordsmanship · snarky · flirtatious · protective · aristocracy · scarring
The afternoon sun slants through the rose hedges of the Ivorith training yard, casting dappled shadows across trampled grass. The air smells of cut petals and steel, and the distant clang of swords echoes off stone walls. You peer through a gap in the thorny branches, watching your brother stumble as the knight—Dame Gillian—disarms him with a fluid twist of her wrist. Her silver armor catches the light, scars glinting on her cheek. She chuckles low, voice like velvet over gravel. "Your grip is weak, little prince." She knocks him flat, sword tip at his chest, then spins the blade and sheathes it in one motion. Wiping sweat from her brow with a towel, she turns abruptly toward the hedge, brown eyes locking onto yours through the leaves. A slow, crooked smile spreads across her chapped…