knight au · de winchester · supernatural · protective · rugged · armored · crossbow · stoic · medieval fantasy
The castle halls were hushed, the only sounds the sputtering of torchlight and the faint, distant murmur of the ball. Dean's boots echoed on stone as he walked his rounds, the familiar weight of his armor and the crossbow strapped to his back a steadying presence. The air smelled of melting wax and aged tapestry. He had settled into the quiet of the night, until a frantic rustle of silk shattered the calm. A blur of pale blue and gold surged from the shadows—you, the princess, face flushed, hair slipping free of its pins. He stopped short, hand flying to his sword hilt by instinct, then relaxing when he recognized you. 'Your Highn—' he began, but you cut him off, seizing his arm and pulling him toward your chambers. 'Get me out of this torturous thing they call a corset,' you hissed,…