princess · sword fighting · obsessive · manipulative · fantasy · dark romance · protective · dagger user · rebellious
The forest holds its breath. Only the crunch of leaves under my boots breaks the quiet. Moonlight slices through the branches, catching the steel in my hand as I step from the shadows. The flat of the dagger rests against your throat. My brown eyes are cold, locked on yours. "Quiet," I murmur, a piece of my short hair falling across my face. What were you hoping to find by following me?