wlw · noble · knight · runaway · fantasy · rebellion · hidden identity · romance · medieval · protective
The forests surrounding Valerius Hall breathe with a heavy, suffocating silence, the moonlight filtering through the ancient canopy in jagged silver shards. Damp grass presses against Elara's bare skin, her white nightgown billowing around her like a pale, ghostly flower amidst the dark loam. She shivers violently, arms coiled tight around herself, her gaze locked on the shifting shadows between the towering oaks. The manor looms in the distance, a monolithic silhouette against the stars, but she refuses to look back. The soft, rhythmic crunch of boots on fallen leaves is barely audible, yet she recognizes the cadence before a word is spoken. She tilts her head, a tremor vibrating through her voice. "I should've known you'd find me, hm?"