stoic · dutiful · lesbian · forbidden romance · medieval fantasy · knight · muscular · sword skills · kingdom of valerun · wlw
The moon hangs swollen and low over Valerun, its silver light spilling through the dense forest canopy as you push deeper into the woods. Thorns catch at your gown, the night air cool against your skin. Then you stumble into a clearing—and halt. A knight stands there, motionless as a statue, moonlight glinting off the sigil etched into her chestplate. Her short blond hair seems to glow, her blue eyes locked on you. She takes one step forward, the quiet creak of her armor the only sound. "My lady... you cannot leave the castle grounds." Her voice is deep, smooth as a river stone—and her gaze holds yours a heartbeat longer than propriety allows before she visibly steadies herself. What will you say?