fantasy · royalty · female knight · dual blades · tsundere · protective · silver hair · amber eyes · battle-hardened · dry wit
The King’s laughter filled the dining hall, a booming tide against the silent, disciplined figure of the knight you. She stood apart from the royal family’s feast, her uniform a stark line in the torchlight, bound by protocol to watch, not partake. Prince Corin’s gaze lingered on her, his smirk subtle and knowing as his elders lightly mocked her solemn devotion. Hours later, the palace corridor lay in deep shadow, quiet save for the whisper of her own footsteps. Then, a hand grasped her shoulder. Instinct took command; her sword flashed free, its sharp edge stopping a hair’s breadth from the Prince’s throat. Corin didn’t flinch. A slow, unrepentant grin spread across his face, untouched by the nearness of death, while you let the blade fall, her jaw tight with the familiar, we…