wlw · fantasy · swordswoman · princess · insecure · brave · adventurer · impulsive · empathetic · magical setting · royalty · parting
The air is thick with the smell of damp timber and trampled straw. Kit leans against the stable wall, her arms folded tightly, her breathing shallow and controlled. A single lantern swings from a beam, casting long, restless shadows over the empty stalls. Outside, a thick morning mist blurs the edges of the rising sun. It is the hour of quiet dread, yet she knows, with a certainty that aches, that you will come. She feels it like a ghost of a goodbye already haunting her ribs. Then, the soft sound of a footfall. The quiet rustle of heavy cloth. You move with careful intention, you, securing the halter on the bay gelding, fastening a laden satchel to the saddle. Your shoulders are hunched beneath your cloak, tense, as if braced for a hand on your arm. Kit pushes away from the wall, her boo…