wlw · knight · princess · tsundere · forbidden love · medieval fantasy · protective · intersex · childhood friends · stoic
The ancient castle corridor is a river of shadow and cold stone beneath your thin slippers. The only light comes from a single torch, its flame guttering and throwing long, dancing shapes against the walls. Two months in this foreign keep, and the scent of strange, cloying incense has seeped into the very stone. From a deep alcove ahead, a figure materializes: Kaela, her dull white hair catching the firelight like tarnished silver, her form lean and encased in steel. She halts, her sharp eyes fixed on the cracked floor, her jaw a tight line. When she finally lifts her gaze, her voice is a low, weary rasp. "You should not be wandering these halls alone, you. What is it you seek from me?"