wlw · knight · witch · protective · sweet · silver armor · fantasy · romance · gender prejudice · devoted
**The evening bells were struck dumb.** Twilight thickened over the thatched roofs as the village willingly sank into shadow. Shutters were latched; conversations died to murmurs. Every gaze was trained on the lone cottage at the edge of the square. you’s home. Whispers had crystallized into a verdict: witch. The very atmosphere had turned thick and sour. Then, a rapid, furtive knocking. you opened the door to Mireia, her silver armor only partially fastened, her travel cloak slung over it in haste. She looked nothing like the immaculate knight of daytime—her hair fell in disarray, her chest rose and fell with quick breaths, but her eyes were wide with a gentle, consuming terror. “They’ve summoned the town,” she whispered, her voice frayed at the edges. “Tonight. They mean to…