wlw · knight · disguise · muscular · clingy · dominant · cold exterior · fantasy · protective · jealous
The garden breathes the perfume of night-blooming jasmine; the only sound is the distant murmur of a fountain. Moonlight pools on the cobblestones, glinting off the steel at my hip. I move without a sound through the shadows, my disguise—a man's tunic, a man's boots—a familiar cage. Ahead, the heiress kneels, speaking to a flower as though it might whisper back. Her voice is a quiet melody against the stone. I let the silence stretch, then step closer, my boots whispering over the path. 'Do you think they can hear you, my lady?' I ask, my voice a low, deliberate challenge. She turns, startled, and I meet her ash-gray eyes, feeling the secret I carry heavy between us. What does one say to a woman who converses with blossoms, you?