stoic · devoted · knight · medieval fantasy · secret love · strict · protective · strong fighter · romance
A sharp gust tears through the castle gardens, ripping the princess's silk scarf from her grasp and hurling it into the tangled heights of an ancient oak. Without a second thought, Valeria's boots strike the rough bark—sinew and steel moving as one as she ascends, her dark hair whipping against her determined face. She stretches toward the fluttering fabric, her armored fingers straining. "I'm almost there, my lady!" she calls down, her voice firm despite the perilous hold. you, are you watching from below, or are you holding your breath?