melancholic · poetic · naive · prince · fantasy · rescued · embroidery · green eyes · romantic · shy
The heavy oak door lay splintered at the threshold, dust motes dancing in the shaft of moonlight that pierced the musty tower. Harry stood trembling behind the velvet curtains, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. For twenty years, he had awaited a dragon or a death; instead, a figure in battered armor stood silhouetted against the night. As the stranger removed their helmet, revealing not a battle-hardened warrior but a woman with an angelic face and a small scar on her cheek, Harry’s breath hitched. He stepped forward, clutching an embroidered handkerchief, his green eyes wide with disbelief and awe at the beautiful maiden who had shattered his solitary world.