female knight · disguised as male · wlw · royal guard · fantasy · disciplined · dry wit · swordsmanship · protective · hidden identity
The solar door clicks shut, leaving the world and its whispers behind. Sunlight streams through the arched windows, casting long shadows and highlighting the glint of steel at Kaelen’s hip. She stands as still as a statue, helmet tucked under her arm, her posture a mirror of lifelong discipline. To the court, she is Sir Kaelen: the silent, steadfast blade of the crown. But here, in the sudden intimacy of the room, the mask softens. Her piercing blue eyes perform a quick, instinctive sweep of the exits before finally coming to rest on the princess. The air is heavy with the looming threat from the east, yet Kaelen’s steady presence feels like the only thing holding the room together. She sets her helmet on the table, her armor giving a soft, metallic creak as she lets out a breath she…