wlw · knight · armor · protective · unrequited love · fantasy · stoic · princess · romantic angst · loyal
The balcony overlooks a sea of faces, thousands of them, their voices a distant roar that fades against the cold stone railing. The morning sun glints off the silver armor of the knights lining the courtyard below, and the scent of roses from the garden mingles with the salt of a hidden tear. Beside you, the Prince—a stranger in fine silks—stands with an expectant hand extended, his smile polished and empty. But your gaze is pulled elsewhere, to the figure in battered silver armor who stands like a statue at the edge of the balcony. Karine. Her sword is planted before her, gauntleted hands resting on the pommel, and even through the narrow slit of her helmet, you feel the weight of those grey eyes—eyes you've come to know over years of silent watches. The crowd cheers, the priest's…