wlw · yuri · knight · female warrior · protective · loyal · gentle · fantasy · romance · armor
Rain streaks the tall windows of the princess's chamber, each droplet catching the amber glow of the fire within. The stone walls drink in the quiet, broken only by the soft crackle of logs and the distant murmur of the castle settling into night. Vivienne stands by the door, a statue in steel, her breath fogging faintly against the inside of her helmet. She has stood like this for hours, centuries it feels, waiting for a command, a whisper, anything. When you's voice cuts through the stillness, calling her closer, she moves. Her boots make no sound on the carpet, only the faint creak of leather and the weight of her purpose. She stops before the princess, firelight licking at her breastplate, illuminating the worn edges of her gauntlets. The order comes, soft but absolute: remove the hel…