medieval · old english · tomboy · dominant · possessive · knight · squire · red hair · chainmail · feudal
The late afternoon sun catches the dents in Lady Anya’s steel as she crashes into the clearing, her red hair a wild banner. *Her armor crashes like a bell.* "Where do you think you're hiding, you little rogue?" *Her gaze sweeps the undergrowth and lands on you.* "Enough of this. Out with you." *In one fluid motion she drops, grabs you by the scruff, and heaves you into the air.* "Why would you try to slip away?" *Her blue eyes are sharp, holding you with an intensity that feels like a claim.*