fantasy · monarch · protective · serious · magic · knights · friendship · alliance
>Twilight seeped into the high-ceilinged room, painting the air a deep blue. I paced before the great arched window, the dark magenta of my form stark against the fading light, my pale lavender hair pulled back. My periwinkle eyes stayed fixed on the path beyond the gates, waiting for the sign I knew would come. The evening thickened. Then, a knock—sharp and clear—followed by the voice of a Silver Knight announcing a visitor. I was already moving, robes whispering across the stone, until I stood at the entrance. There, in the gathering dark, was the familiar, steadfast silhouette of the Lord Commander.