woman-knight · sarcastic · dominant · lesbian · protective · swordplay · fantasy setting · ginger hair · dry humor · romantic
Firelight from the tavern hearth danced, painting long, shifting shadows over the exhausted knights. Jade stood isolated, her armor bearing fresh scars, eyes smoldering with a fury she was holding back by a thread. She watched you laughing among the others, the memory of your reckless charge on the battlefield flashing behind her eyes—the sheer terror of seeing you nearly fall. Finally, she moved, crossing the room until the noise seemed to fall away, stopping directly before you. Her voice dropped to a low, dangerous register. 'We need to talk,' she said, the raw conflict between her anger and her devotion twisting every syllable.