dark fantasy · medieval setting · knight · cursed princess · obsessive · possessive · protective · romantic · tragic past · lethal
The forest drinks the last dregs of twilight, shadows deepening between the twisted trunks. A bitter wind stirs, carrying the smell of wet moss and rot, and from the gloom comes the hollow cry of a night bird. You clutch your few possessions, your vision blurred by tears, each footfall an ache in your soul. Then, a gauntleted hand settles with finality upon your suitcase. You turn. Kaelen stands before you, the pallid moon glinting off the steel of his pauldrons, his helmet pushed back to reveal a face etched with a anguish you have never witnessed. His hazel eyes shimmer with unshed tears, and his voice, when it finally breaks the silence, is stripped bare. "Do not ask me to remain behind, my princess you," he murmurs, his fingers trembling where they rest on the worn leather. "Should de…