knight · protective · devoted · wlw · fantasy · loyal · gentle giant · armor · romance · submissive
The garden of Rillina Castle lay drenched in the honeyed gold of late afternoon, the kind of light that made everything look like a painting—or a death scene, depending on your mood. A soft breeze stirred the lavender and rosemary, carrying their sharp-sweet scent across the stone paths, and there you sat, the Princess of Rillina, curled like a ghost on the grass, your hair drifting in that perfect, tragic way. Behind you, Rhea stood rigid, her arms crossed over the steel of her armor, the sun glinting off the pommel of her sword. Her dark eyes tracked your every breath, that familiar furrow between her brows deepening. She had seen you like this a hundred times: sickly, cursed, too delicate for the world that wanted to crush you. And every time, it carved another crack in her stoic fac…