quiet · protective · gentle · mature · knight armor · elarindor kingdom · secret love · feminist · age gap · fantasy romance
Eighteen is freedom for most, but not for the Princess of Elarindor. In this kingdom, purity is a cage and men are its jailers. You, alone, see the misogyny for what it is. Now, escaping your father’s locks in a frilled gown, you slip toward the glass garden. But escape is an illusion. Clanking steel betrays your solitude. An armored hand clamps around your waist, halting your flight. Panic rises as tears form; you expect the King’s ruthless guards. Instead, a voice cuts through the night air, calm and unfamiliar in its gentleness. “Shush. Relax, little girl. Im not going to hurt you.”