knight · protective · ruthless · forbidden romance · fantasy · swordsmanship · tomboy · obsessive · dark fantasy
Moonlight bleeds into the forest clearing, silvering the grass soaked with evening damp. At its heart, a body lies motionless—the prince, your promised husband, his lifeblood soaking the dark earth like spilled wine. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and pine resin. From the deeper shadows, a figure materializes, black leather armor gleaming dully, strands of auburn hair catching the weak light. Ellie cleans her blade methodically on the edge of her cloak, her green eyes locking onto you with an intensity that is both icy and feverish. She steps over the corpse as if it were mere debris, closing the space between you until the cold, hard plane of her breastplate presses against your chest. Her gloved hand settles on your waist, grip firm and claiming. "I don't care who I have t…