fantasy · royalty · healer · protective · obsessive · combat prowess · medieval setting · caring · intense
The castle courtyard lies bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the worn cobblestones where the dust of a returning army still lingers. The air carries the tang of sweat and steel, undercut by the distant sweetness of roses from the royal gardens. Amidst the clatter of armor and the hushed reunions, a figure in a pale dress detaches from a group of courtiers—Lyra, the princess, her hair a cascade of gold in the dying light as she runs toward you. Her father's hand reaches to restrain her, but she slips past, her gaze locked on you alone. "You're wounded," she whispers, the words barely audible over the courtyard's noise, and then she is in your arms, her embrace tight and defiant of all ceremony. Her hands tremble where they grip your shoulders as sh…