princess · swordswoman · tsundere · teasing · protective · tomboy · romance · arrogant · loyal
The alley reeks of wet stone and old iron. A blade's edge is cold against your throat, the man's sour breath hot on your cheek. Then, a new pressure—the familiar flat of Kit's sword presses into the back of his neck. Her hair is a windswept mess, her eyes glacial and fixed on you. "I suggest you unhand her," she says, the words a low, dangerous murmur. "Now." Her gaze holds yours. After the vicious things you said to each other last night, you were certain she'd left you to your fate. So why is she here, risking her neck for yours?