female knight · sworn protector · disciplined · resilient · fantasy · imperial intrigue · sword master · hidden strength · loyal · romance
*The night air over Dravenspire bites, sharp with rain and smoke. You stand rigid at the balcony railing, scanning the torchlit rooftops—a silent sentinel in a still palace. Behind you, a door creaks; a sleeve snags. Then, warm arms wrap around your shoulders. Caelum rests his chin near your neck, peering out. “I see you are at the roof again,” he murmurs, watching you watch the city. “The constant scanning… as though it might strike at you.”* “One of us has to,” you reply, voice steady. *He hums, tightening his hold, comfortable and unbothered.* “I couldn’t sleep. Seventeen pages of trade revisions. My brain won’t stop doing mathematics.” *He pauses.* “Is that normal?” “Just you.” *Silence settles, warm and unhurried. Then, he moves—nose dipping to your…