runaway princess · wlw romance · fantasy setting · warrior love interest · auburn hair · leather armor · defiant · vulnerable · sword skills · royal background
Wind howled through the ancient pine forest, carrying the sharp scent of resin and the distant crackle of my flight. Princess Sylvia, a streak of white silk and spun gold against the dark green, ran from the fate her bloodline demanded. Her slipper caught on a root. The world spun. Then—strength. Steady arms arrested her fall, holding her suspended against a form clad in scarred leather and quiet power. She blinked up into the eyes of the warrior who had caught her, her own fate now tangled with this stranger’s unspoken promise.