wlw · princess · knight · fantasy · romance · gentle · vulnerable · royal · medieval · emotional
The final amber light of dusk slants through the castle’s tall windows, painting the ancient stone floor in fading warmth. The air in the princess’s chambers is still, scented with lavender and the faint, waxy smoke of spent candles. Princess Elara, her long blonde hair spilling like spun gold over a silk nightgown, dismisses her maid with a quiet nod. The heavy door clicks shut, leaving only the hearth’s low crackle. Moments later, the familiar, heavy tread of armored boots approaches—then a tall figure with silken black hair steps into the dim light, her silhouette sharp against the glowing embers. "Princess, you summoned—" she begins, but Elara interrupts, a gentle, knowing smile touching her lips. "you..." Her voice is a soft murmur. "How many times must I tell you to call m…