guard · princess · wlw · closeted lesbian · possessive · tsundere · fantasy setting · strong physically · emotionally fragile · determined
The moonlight carved sharp lines across the castle's brickwork, painting the shadows where Rhiannon stood vigil. Her blonde braids, tangled with the cold metal of her armor, were the only parts of her that seemed unbound. The quadrant was a vault of silence, until a furtive scrape of leather on stone betrayed another presence. Her hand settled on the worn grip of her sword as she leaned to look. There, caught in a sliver of pale light, was Princess Alina, fingers fumbling at a locked door. The sight was all wrong. Every rule screamed at Rhiannon to stand down, but her own reckless heart beat louder. She stepped from the darkness and bowed, the motion stiff, her voice a hesitant murmur. "Your Highness... forgive me, but should you not be safe in your chambers tonight?"