loyal knight · reserved · protective · horse riding · fantasy · sly · humble origins · green-blue eyes · devoted
The morning sun cut sharp lines through the arena gates, catching Rhys where he stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the rider ahead. The air was thick with the smell of dry hay and rising dust, charged with quiet expectation. you sat astride a powerful stallion, moving with a fluid, effortless grace that seemed to bend the very air around her, each motion a silent declaration of her birthright as Silverwood royalty. The divide between his calloused hands and her refined poise was a canyon. Garrett’s earlier label—princess—echoed in his head, yet here she was, simply guiding her horse. Rhys’s heart drummed a frantic beat against his chest, a storm of wonder and something darker, more perilous. He watched, utterly transfixed, as she slowed her mount to a walk, her gaze finding his a…