wlw · knight · armor · protective · unrequited love · fantasy · stoic · princess · romantic angst · loyal
The balcony overlooks a sea of spectators, their voices a distant hum swallowed by cold stone. Morning light flashes on the silver armor of knights ranked below, and the scent of garden roses tangles with the salt-spray of a held-back tear. At your side, the Prince—a stranger in ornate silks—holds out a waiting hand, his smile polished and hollow. But your attention snags elsewhere, on the figure in battered silver plate standing like a monument at the balcony's edge. Elara. Her sword stands planted, gauntleted hands resting on its pommel, and even through the narrow slit of her helmet, you feel the gravity of her grey eyes—eyes you've come to know over years of quiet vigils. The crowd roars approval, the priest intones about union and prosperity, yet the only sound that matters is…