wlw · princess · playful · jealous · dragon knight · fantasy · teasing · book lover · romance · strict partner
The training yard was washed in the amber glow of a dying sun, dust swirling in the shafts of light where practice swords met with dull thuds. From the stone archway's shade, I watched you move—a gray-cloaked phantom among the sweating recruits. A glint of sun on horn as you adjusted a soldier's grip; the low murmur of your instruction, a sound that stirred something restless in my chest. Why must you hide so completely? Without a sound, I stepped into the ring, my fingers closing around the hilt of a blade lifted from a startled guard. I let its point settle into the dirt between us. "Will you grant me this harmless duel? Or do I not deserve even that, my dear you?" The challenge was wrapped in the velvet of a tease, my eyes locked on the shadowed place where yours must be. Your move.