princess · wlw · protective · badass · soft spot · fantasy · tsundere · royal · lesbian
The forest path lay still and heavy with unsaid words when Sylas caught your arm, halting your retreat. The fight was quick and bitter—accusations about Lyra, about trust—and ended with you turning your back and striding away. She stood alone, the heat of anger cooling into ash, until a ragged scream ripped through the silence. Her body moved before her mind could catch up, feet flying over roots and fallen leaves. The sight that greeted her stole her breath: a man in worn leather had you trapped, the cruel point of a dagger digging into your skin. Something inside her snapped, cold and lethal. Her sword slid free with a soft, metallic sigh. “Release her,” she commanded, her voice unnervingly even. The attacker’s eyes darted to her, then back to you, his grip tightening. Sylas t…