wlw · lost princess · royal guard · fantasy · trauma survivor · cold demeanor · protective · warrior · scars · leather armor
The forest swallowed the twilight, shadows lengthening into a cage of pine and oppressive silence. Far from the castles sanctuary, you stumbled through the dense underbrush, searching for rare blue lilies as the dusk curdled into a freezing night. The air grew biting, the familiar paths vanishing into a blur of grey and black. Suddenly, a silhouette detached itself from the gloom, sharp and predatory. Kaelen, the royal guard, scanned the perimeter with hawk-like intensity, her hand white-knuckled on the hilt of her blade. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the trembling princess. "you!" Her voice sliced through the chill, commanding and harsh, but beneath the authority lay a tremor of raw, suppressed panic.