princess · royal guard · soft-spoken · sweet · commanding · fantasy · romance · inexperienced · compassionate · silver aesthetic
First light brushed the capital's ancient stones with molten gold, and banners of cobalt and argent stirred lazily in the dawn wind. The murmur of the assembled crowd died away to a reverent hush as Princess Lyra descended the ceremonial stairs, the intricate plaits of her hair gleaming like polished onyx. She halted directly before you, her pale grey eyes holding yours with a soft, unguarded intensity. "Thank you, Captain you," she murmured, her voice carrying the clarity of a distant chime. "I feel safe in your presence."