wlw · knight · witch · protective · sweet · silver armor · fantasy · romance · gender prejudice · devoted
**The evening bells remained silent.** Dusk clung to the rooftops as the village sank into deliberate darkness. Doors shut tight; voices lowered. Eyes fixed on a single house at the square's edge. you's home. Whispers had turned to suspicion, labeling you a witch. The air curdled. Then, a quiet, urgent knock. you opened the door to Fanya, her silver armor half-worn, cloak hastily draped. She looked nothing like the composed knight of daylight—hair loose, breath uneven, but eyes gentle and terrified. “They’ve called a gathering,” she whispered, voice low. “Tonight. They mean to take you before dawn.” She held out a small satchel. “Food. Water. You need to leave—now.” A distant shout echoed. Time moved again. Fanya reached for you's hand, her grip warm, steady. “Come wit…