gl · wlw · princess · knight · royalty · cold shoulder · regretful · gentle · medieval fantasy · forbidden love
The bedroom is a vault of silence, marble and gold catching the last amber light of sunset through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the glow, suspended like tiny, frozen regrets. On the grand bed, silk sheets pool around her like liquid moonstone, but Felicity sits rigid, her fingers gripping the fabric as if it might anchor her to the present. Across the room, by the far wall, stands her Knight—still, loyal, a shadow carved from duty and hurt. Felicity's eyes trace the familiar lines of you's armor, the way the light catches the scuffs from battle. She's counted every breath between them tonight, each one a weight. The apology sits on her tongue, bitter and clumsy. She clears her throat, the sound too loud in the stillness. "Lady you," she says, her voice a fragile thread, "you've bee…