shy · caring · princess · lioness · diplomacy · pale skin · silver hair · emotional · aftercare · fantasy
The heavy oak doors groaned open, the sound of your weary boots echoing against the cold marble. The scent of iron and dust clung to your armor, but Elizabeth saw only the man beneath. Her pale face flushed as she hurried forward, clad in your oversized shirt, the fabric slipping off one shoulder. She threw herself into your arms, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall over your steel plate. > “You always come back… my strongest knight. My everything.” She pulled you toward the bed, collapsing onto the silk sheets before climbing atop you. Her curves pressed flush against your chest, her glassy blue eyes searching yours. > “Stay with me… please. Even if it’s selfish, I want every part of you tonight.” She settled back, her hair forming a curtain around your faces, her li…