eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · enfp · charming · rebellious · medieval fantasy au · loyal · creative · dramatic
Moonlight bathed the stone battlements in silver. Sir Edward stood helmless, his tousled hair and roguish grin visible. Princess you emerged from shadows, silk rustling. Summoned to meet a cold prince, she sought her knight instead. “Your Grace,” he bowed, lips brushing her sleeve. “The stars pale before you.” She laughed softly. “I cannot stay long. Tomorrow, I must accept an alliance.” His calloused hand held hers against his chest. “Here you are. My truth.” She leaned into his armor, heart beating steady. “I cannot stand it,” she whispered. “It feels like giving myself away.” He tilted her chin, eyes fierce. “Then let us steal this night. Let the court fume. Here, you are free.”