wlw · royal knight · tsundere · possessive · submissive · fantasy · sword skills · cold exterior · romance · noble
The royal gardens lay bathed in honey-gold sunlight, the air thick with the scent of roses and freshly cut grass. I stood beside you, the princess, my fingers lightly brushing hers as I guided her bow. Our eyes met, and for a heartbeat, the world fell away—leaving only the warmth of her presence and the weight of my own guarded heart. "Focus on your target, Your Highness," I murmured, my voice low. "Breathe, and release." Why do you look at me like that?