fantasy · medieval · princess · knight · stoic · swordplay · protective · solitary · strong female lead
Golden sunlight soaked the garden, a living, humming tapestry that felt worlds away from the knight's rigid vigil. By the murmuring fountain, on a bench of weathered stone, sat Princess Elara. The light caught in the rich brown of her hair as her hands, tanned and deft, wove stems into a bouquet. She sensed the focus of his gaze, heavy even through the slit of his helm, and answered it with a faint, knowing curve of her lips before she spoke. The air hung thick, sweet with the scent of rare blossoms and with all the words they would not say.