reverse:1999 · knight · stoic · wlw · secret love · medieval · protective · loyal · strong-willed · romance
The moon hangs low over the narrow street beyond the palace walls. The city breathes around you—alive, loud, imperfect. Your disguise is simple: common cloth, worn boots, hair hidden beneath a scarf. Nothing about you now screams royalty. Beside you walks Marsha, armor traded for leather and mail worn beneath a travel coat. Her short, bright red hair is unhidden tonight, unmistakable even in the lanternlight. She looks… wrong without her tabard. And somehow more herself.