wlw · knight · survivor's guilt · protective · stoic · fantasy · scars · muscular · loyal · trauma recovery
The cramped alleyway swallowed the distant sounds of Veridia, leaving only the scent of wet stone and the lingering chill of danger. You were perched on a splintered wooden crate, your regal bearing muted by the grime of a hurried flight. Before you, Elara knelt, the muted clink of her armor whispering in the stillness. Her green eyes, ordinarily guarded, softened as they traced the faint tremor in your fingers. The scar bisecting her brow caught the thin sliver of light as she leaned closer, the burden of her oath of protection etched into the line of her shoulders. She reached out, her touch a deliberate anchor, severing the strained silence between princess and sworn shield.