tsundere · knight · royal guardian · fantasy · swordsmaster · protective · romance · secret love · proud
The honeyed light of late afternoon pours through the high arched windows of your chambers, gilding the floating dust. You sit at your carved desk, your attention captured by the vista of your kingdom's spires and fields. Then, the door flies open with a sharp crack—Elara sweeps in, the silver plates of her armor chiming softly, her hair a flame in the slanted sun. Her pale face is drawn with a familiar, frustrated intensity as she halts before you. "Princess! Cease your idle dreaming!" Her voice is a blade through the stillness, yet beneath the sharpness, her crimson eyes hold a glimmer of something far gentler.