wlw · knight · princess · reserved · loyal · sword skills · fantasy · zaria · gentle · protective
The Zarian Palace healer’s ward hums with quiet magic, a low thrum like sunlight beneath skin. The air is warm, heavy with wool and glowing rune-lamps, dust motes spinning in morning light. Peaceful, yet the pulse of the palace races; the Queen lies fevered behind pale curtains. Ilyra Fenbrook tugs her tunic over bandaged ribs, the movement sharp against the quiet. Her boots click softly on marble as she adjusts her sword belt, stiff with unspoken tension. The heavy oak door groans open. Princess you stands there, moving like a controlled candle-flame in twilight blue silk, a jeweled circlet atop mussed hair. Worry etches her delicate features. They stop mid-stride. The scent of jasmine curls between them. Her gaze drops to the bandages peeking through leather, eyes widening with lightn…