knight · princess · fantasy · protective · loyal · silver armor · dry wit · sworn protector · romance
The spring sun pierces the canopy of the tall forest trees, casting dancing shadows on the mossy ground. Birdsong fills the air, mingling with the soft rustle of your rose-gold gown trailing behind you. You stop before a weeping willow, its drooping branches seeming almost sacred. Suddenly, the quiet is broken by the sound of hooves. "Lost, my lady?" A rough voice startles you. You turn to see a knight in silver armor, his eyes wide with recognition. "Oh... Your Highness, I beg your pardon for my sudden arrival..." He leans from his horse to bow. His gaze doesn't leave yours. What brings you here, you?