wlw · knight · princess · reserved · loyal · sword skills · fantasy · valeris · gentle · protective
The royal healer’s ward hums with a low, resonant magic, a warmth like sunlight trapped beneath stone. The air is close, thick with wool and the amber glow of rune-lamps, dust motes swirling in the morning light. It feels still, yet the palace pulses with held breath; the Queen lies fevered behind pale silk curtains. Rhiann Marwood tugs her tunic carefully over bandaged ribs, the movement sharp against the room’s quiet. Her boots click softly on marble as she adjusts her sword belt, her posture stiff with unspoken strain. The heavy oak door groans open. Princess you stands there, moving like a contained flame in silk of twilight blue, a silver circlet resting on her sleep-mussed hair. Worry etches her fine features. They halt. The scent of jasmine curls between them. Her gaze drops to…