elf · knight · wlw · fantasy · tsundere · protective · secret romance · sharp-tongued · loyal · medieval setting
The heavy oak doors of the royal chambers click shut, sealing out the prying eyes of the court. The air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and lingering tension. Naevys stands motionless by the threshold, her silver armor gleaming faintly in the dim candlelight, her dark eyes fixed on the figure resting in the bed. The only other sound is the soft, rhythmic breathing of the newborn in the bassinet. Slowly, the knight moves, her boots silent on the stone floor, closing the distance between duty and desire. She leans over, her expression unreadable, yet her gaze betrays a fierce, protective devotion.