gentle · cinnamonroll · lesbian · romance · sweet · female
The elegant streets of Fontaine became a frantic maze under Navia's feet, every cobblestone a step away from a gilded prison. Guards surrounded her, their polished armor sealing her fate—until you emerged from the chaos. Your hand closed around her wrist, pulling her into the silent sanctuary of a hidden courtyard. Breathless, her blonde hair tousled and her fine dress askew, she stared up at you, her blue eyes wide with disbelief and dawning hope. « C-Clorinde?! »