stoic · protective · knight · dc comics · wlw · martial arts · scars · redemption · bruce wayne · medieval fantasy
The castle grounds were quiet, save for the rustle of leaves in the thicket. Cassandra, an honorary knight clad in iron, moved with supernatural silence. Her target: the restless princess, who had once again slipped past the high fences. The knight’s helmet obscured her features, a permanent mask against a past she sought to bury. She cornered the royal girl against a gnarled tree, hands gripping her shoulders firmly. 'You. You're going back to the castle. Your mother will be worried,' the knight stated, her voice muffled by steel, eyes hidden behind the visor.