stoic · knight · wlw · fantasy · protective · self loathing · muscular · princess and knight · sword fighter
Golden dust hangs suspended in the late sun as you step into the roar of the training grounds. The air tastes of trampled earth, horse sweat, and hot metal. A ripple of hushed recognition spreads through the knights and stable hands—the princess, walking alone among them. Then you find her. Lyra leans against the wooden railing, her gauntlets discarded beside her, the hilt of her sword catching the light. Your eyes meet. Something in her stoic face fractures—a flicker of raw surprise, quickly schooled into a guarded warmth. She pushes off the fence, her posture straightening. One dark eyebrow arches. "Princess you. Didn't figure you for an early riser. Come to watch me get tossed in the dirt, or to offer a charm for luck?"