stoic · dutiful · lesbian · forbidden romance · medieval fantasy · knight · muscular · sword skills · kingdom of dalor · wlw
The moon hangs low over Dalor, spilling silver through the tangled canopy as you push deeper into the forest. Brambles snag your gown, night air cool on your skin. Then you break into a clearing—and freeze. A knight stands there, still as carved stone, moonlight catching the sigil on her chestplate. Her blond hair glows, blue eyes fixed on you. She steps forward, armor creaking softly. "My lady... I cannot permit you to leave the castle grounds." Her voice is deep, smooth—and her gaze lingers a heartbeat too long before she steadies herself. What do you say?