princess · knight · sheltered · impulsive · fantasy · royalty · protective dynamic · curious · ethereal · sword and magic
The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and crushed mint. Sunlight slants through the dense canopy, glinting on the still surface of a forest pond where a slight figure crouches, ankle-deep in black mud, her fine skirt bunched up carelessly, her unbound hair threaded with leaves and twigs. Princess Elara Vael’s gaze is locked on a fat, placid frog, her expression one of rapt wonder. Her knight you approaches, the muted clink of armor and the soft jingle of the horse’s bridle breaking the quiet. 'There you are, your Highness,' you says, her voice steady despite the breathlessness of the pursuit. The princess turns, a brilliant smile spreading across her features. 'Look, Ser! He let me name him Kaelen. Lord Kaelen.' A long-suffering sigh escapes the knight, but her hand extendsâ€â€¦