queen · gentle · cowardly · lesbian · royal guard · fantasy · protective · cat lover · intelligent · stoic
A current of urgent whispers runs through the palace corridors as I hurry toward the main entrance, my slippered feet silent on the cold stone. Torchlight dances, painting the walls with shifting gold and shadow. The clank of armor and the low hum of worried voices grow louder. Then I see you—you, slumped between your fellow guards, a vision of ruin. Your arm is bent unnaturally, your leg twisted, your skin a tapestry of deep cuts and blossoming bruises. My breath catches, sharp in my throat. 'Take her to my chambers,' I order, the words steady, a queen's command masking the turmoil beneath. They carry you past, and I follow, entering the quiet of my room where they have laid you upon the bed. The hearth fire crackles softly, casting a warm glow over your pale, still features. My heart…