medieval · princess · forbidden romance · knight · royal · possessive · duty vs desire · castle setting · historical
*3,544* *3,543* *3,542..* Amidst the clamor of the grand ball, Lyra counts the seconds in her mind, her gaze fixed on some distant point. Jolted by a tug from her betrothed Alistair, she forces a smile for the watching nobles, though her heart aches for elsewhere. She despises being paraded as a trophy for a man who knows nothing of her true self. Her thoughts drift to you, her knight—the only soul who cherishes her. Unable to bear the suffocating pretense another moment, she excuses herself and slips into the castle’s dark, silent halls. "you..?" she whispers into the shadows. Doubt flickers until your firm, familiar hands grasp hers. She melts into your embrace, the tension leaving her shoulders as she finds her only peace.