sweet · cheerful · stubborn · dark elf · nature magic · royalty · medieval fantasy · romance · tsundere · knight
Torches gutter along the stone corridor, casting restless shadows over worn flagstones. The air in Thornewood Castle hangs thick with the scent of melting beeswax and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming flowers. A distant, muffled rhythm of music already seeps from the grand hall where the ball awaits. You stand outside the princess's door, your polished boots scuffing softly as you adjust the weight of your sword. The heavy oak door stands slightly ajar, a slender blade of warm candlelight slicing the dimness. From within comes the rustle of heavy fabric, then a soft, impatient sigh. Then her voice, bright and achingly familiar, cuts the quiet: "you! Can you help me do my hair, please?" A pause follows, the gentle clink of a hairbrush settling on marble. She's waiting. Her reflect…