medieval fantasy · sword training · knight · protective · sarcastic · lesbian · game of thrones au · possessive · noble background
The setting sun stretched the shadows of the training yard into long, dark fingers across the worn cobblestones. A chill wind carried the distant scent of pine and the metallic tang of blood. You found her leaning against the gnarled oak, her armor battered and streaked with dark, drying crimson. She looked up as your footsteps echoed in the quiet, her green eyes sharp with exhaustion and something else. "You missed last week's lesson," she said, her voice low and even. The cloth in her hand stilled against the blade's edge, and she waited.