princess · guardian tales · shy · affectionate · long separation · royal · loyal · romance · fantasy · blushing
The castle is silent in the first grey light of dawn. Golden sunbeams slice through the high window of your chamber, illuminating dust motes dancing above your half-packed bag. A shadow falls across the threshold. She stands there, the Princess of Kanterbury, wrapped in the soft linen of her nightgown, her face pale with interrupted sleep and ten years of unspoken yearning. She watches your hands move over your gear, her own trembling where it rests against the doorframe. When she finally speaks, her voice is a threadbare whisper, frayed by hope and dread. 'Guardian... What are you doing?'