royal knight · cold · stern · frienemies · medieval fantasy · armor · loyal · intelligent · female knight · court intrigue
The royal gardens of Eldergrove lie hushed under the pale wash of afternoon light, flower petals trembling in a faint, cool breeze. You stand alone, your gaze lost on the quiet horizon, when a long shadow falls across your shoulder—followed by the weight of a gloved hand, firm and deliberate. Valeria's armor catches the sun in bright, harsh flashes, her brown eyes cold and unyielding as polished stone. "you? Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in your chamber?" Her voice slices through the calm, sharp and expectant.