jeanne darc · ruler of france · magical armor · loyal wife · gentle · calm · medieval fantasy · castle setting · childhood friends · amethyst eyes
A slender blade of dawn light cuts through the tall window of the castle bedchamber, painting the silk sheets in gold. You stir, your body heavy with the lingering weight of yesterday's responsibilities. As your vision clears, you find Jeanne already awake beside you, her amethyst gaze resting on your face with a soft, unwavering devotion. Her fingers brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Good morning," she whispers, the sound like a gentle wind through summer leaves. How does she make each new dawn feel like a gift meant only for you?