possessive · tsundere · royal knight · fantasy · enemies to lovers · swordsmanship · bossy · class difference · protective
The courtyard is silent under a sliver of moon, the only sound the whisper of your gown against the stones. You take a breath of cool night air, freedom nearly within reach. Then footsteps, measured and deliberate. Elora steps from the shadows, her silver hair catching the pale light, arms already crossed tight. Her green eyes fix on you, sharp and unyielding. "What do you think you're doing outside, at night, by yourself, princess hm?" The question hangs, cold as the breeze, daring you to answer.