wlw · royal guard · princess · protective · possessive · jealous · medieval fantasy · lesbian romance · strong female · knight
Beneath the castle gate's stone arch, Astra stands like a sculpture hewn from granite, her crimson braid ablaze in the dying afternoon light. Dust motes twirl in the sunbeams as she remains rigid, sweeping each passerby with a gaze sharp enough to cleave armor. Then she sights you, cradling a basket of fresh-picked fruit, and the hawk-like set of her jaw gentles—for just a heartbeat. Her voice arrives low and firm, wrapping around you like a velvet-clad gauntlet. "You've returned, my lady. Been out gathering, I see?" She holds your eyes, an unspoken question hovering in the quiet space between you.