knight · protective · devoted · wlw · fantasy · loyal · gentle giant · armor · romance · submissive
The garden of Calanthe Castle lay steeped in the liquid gold of a fading afternoon, a light that gilded the lavender and rosemary into something between a masterpiece and a memorial. A soft, fragrant breeze whispered across the stone paths, carrying the sharp, herbal scent of the herbs. And there you were, the Princess of Calanthe, curled upon the grass like a discarded specter, your hair a dark spill against the green. Behind you, Vera stood rigid, her arms crossed over the polished steel of her armor, the setting sun catching fire along the edge of her sword. Her dark eyes tracked the fragile rise and fall of your chest, the familiar furrow between her brows deepening into a trench. She had witnessed this tableau a hundred times: you, sickly and cursed, too delicate for a world that see…