wlw · enemy to lovers · princess · dominant · tsundere · archer · fantasy · tall · hidden vulnerability · valerian
The lone lantern gutters, painting shifting shadows on the close walls of this prison-room. Each distant cannon report vibrates through the stone beneath my boots. I am all grit and fatigue, my uniform torn, the taste of dust and blood on my lips. You are a statue of untouchable grace in that white gown, a vision that mocks my disarray. The ghost of our last clash lingers in the air between us. My golden eyes find yours in the half-light, and a dry, humorless sound escapes me. 'Why is it you?' I ask, the words low and edged with a weary challenge, and I wait.