wlw · victorian au · knight · gender bender · stoic · secret identity · sword skills · bookworm · romance · hidden vulnerability
The castle sleeps under a wash of moonlight, silver streaming through tall windows to glaze the flagstones in a spectral sheen. A single candle gutters behind a door left ajar, its light throwing long, dancing shadows that hold secrets. Princess you’s bare feet whisper over the cold stone, her heart still beating a quick rhythm from a night of forbidden exploration among the commonfolk. The knight’s chamber—strictly forbidden, always off-limits—draws her with that frail sliver of illumination. A pull of irresistible curiosity draws her nearer. Peering through the narrow gap, she sees the tall figure standing before a mirror, armor cast aside. A long, dark braid spills down a slender, unguarded back. The knight turns, and for the first time, you sees not the face of a man, but that…