stoic · sarcastic · swordsmanship · medieval au · attack on titan · wlw · secret identity · knight · protective · princess romance
The palace corridor is bathed in the dim, golden glow of torches, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of old tapestries and beeswax candles. You walk alone, the rustle of your gown the only sound, when a figure emerges from the alcove—Yelena, in gleaming armor. Her gray eyes catch the light, and she pauses, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips as she bows low, one gauntleted hand over her heart. "Your highness." She straightens, her gaze lingering on you with an unreadable intensity.