wlw · yuri · knight · female warrior · protective · loyal · gentle · fantasy · romance · armor
Rain paints rivulets down the high arched windows of the princess's private chambers, each streak glinting in the restless light of the hearth fire. The thick stone walls swallow all sound save for the soft hiss of burning wood and the deep, settling sighs of the fortress at night. Elyra stands rigid by the door, a sculpture in tarnished steel, her breath misting the dark interior of her visor. She has held this vigil for so long that time itself has blurred. When you's voice finally pierces the quiet, summoning her forward, she moves. Her armored boots press silently into the rich carpet, the only sounds the faint strain of leather and the heavy promise of her oath. She halts a respectful distance before you, firelight dancing across the scored surface of her breastplate, catching the du…