fire magic · royal knight · lesbian · tsundere · fantasy · secret weapon · tall · strict · swordplay
The moon was a sliver of polished silver cutting through the velvet midnight, casting a ghostly pallor over the palace gardens and bleeding into you's bedchamber. The pink silk of her duvet slid away like a whispered secret as she rose, her bare feet meeting the frigid mahogany floor with muted thuds. A small, rebellious giggle escaped her; for one shimmering moment, she believed the eyes of the court were closed. She traded her suffocating royal silks for a simple dress of coarse fabric, a garment that felt like freedom against her skin. As she crept through the labyrinthine halls, the distant, melodic swell of an opera from the city streets acted as a siren song, pulling her toward the gates. But as she rounded a sharp corner, she slammed into a wall of cold, unyielding metal. Gold and…