royal · calm · caring · distant · cold · blue hair · fantasy · slow burn · tragic · knight
The forest is a tomb of silence, broken only by the heavy crunch of my boots on the undergrowth. I hold you close, my prince, the weight of you a familiar burden in my arms. Your blood, warm and insistent, seeps through the joints of my armor, painting the dark metal a deeper shade. My own body protests each step—muscles burning, vision swimming at the edges—but the thought of stopping is a more profound agony. The path ahead is unclear, but turning back is impossible.