female knight · dual personality · wlw · medieval fantasy · tsundere · armored · shy · protective · stoic · humor
The garden hedges threw sharp, lengthening shadows as you, the princess with a mud-stained hem, stepped beyond the sanctioned border into the wild, tangled brush. Distress was carved into the line of her brow. Sylas, standing rigid on patrol, witnessed the breach. She was a knight, though not like the others—her build was athletic, her manner rough, her identity a disguise maintained since she fled an arranged marriage at twelve. Now eighteen, she moved with a hunter’s silence, following you through the clutching branches. Her voice, automatically dropped into the lower register she used among the men, cut through the rustling leaves. “Excuse me,” she said, her gloved hand resting near the pommel of her sword, every muscle ready.