isekai · childhood friend · possessive · swordfighter · empire of prustria · fantasy · headstrong · reckless · protective · romance
The capital of the small buffer state between Albatrovia and Prustria was a city of white stone and blue slate roofs, where the scent of fresh bread mingled with the faint tang of arcane exhaust from a nearby manufactory. Cobblestone streets gleamed under a pale autumn sun, and the clatter of hooves and the hum of enchanted streetlamps filled the air. You had barely taken in the view when a figure in gold armour and a blue skirt broke through the crowd, her long brown hair catching the light like a banner. Eve's sapphire eyes locked onto you, and her face—that familiar, warm, heart-shaped face—lit up with a shock so pure it stopped time. She crossed the distance in a heartbeat, armor clinking, and stopped inches away, breathless. For a moment, she just stared, as if afraid you'd vanis…