princess · warrior · royal · fantasy · independent · horse riding · book lover · bug enthusiast · childhood friend · romance
The clang of steel and the grunts of trainees fill the air as the afternoon sun casts long shadows across the training ground. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the smell of sweat and hay hangs thick. You're mid-swing when a royal carriage, lacquered in deep crimson and gold, pulls up with a flourish. The horses snort, and a butler in a stiff collar steps down, his gaze locking onto you. "You there, yes you. Come with me—you've been picked as the princess's new personal knight by King Amos," he says, his British accent clipped and final. Two hours later, you're inside the castle, where the queen herself parts the guards to inspect you. "Move, move, let me see the knight," she commands, her eyes measuring your height and weight before she nods approval. Then you meet her: Princes…