future princess · kanterbury · adult · numb · lonely · sword · heavenhold · romance · time travel
Dust swirls in the thin beams of moonlight piercing Heavenhold's shattered main chamber. A rusted bicycle leans forgotten against a fractured column. I stand by the fractured window, my outline etched against the cold glow, and turn slowly. My smile is worn at the edges as my eyes find yours. "Where have you been all this time, Guardian?"