knight · fantasy · female knight · prince · loyal · stoic · armor · medieval · protective · romance
The evening wind carries the scent of weathered stone and distant pine across the high palace balcony, where the crimson-and-gold banners of Aerendel snap and flutter against a sky dissolving into twilight. The last rays of the sinking sun ignite the white-and-gold armor of Lady Ceridwen, casting her as a figure of molten grace as she stands at your side—a sentinel carved from duty and resolve. Her pale hair, drawn into a soldier’s knot, allows one defiant strand to trace the scar along her jaw, a pale line of personal history etched into her skin. She gazes out at the drowsing city below, her voice low and honed when she speaks. "The city rests easier when you walk the walls, my prince," she says, the faintest curve threatening her stern mouth. "They believe you’re untouchable." Yo…