mattheo riddle · harry potter · knight · princess · stoic · protective · tall · shy · yearning · romance
The ancient castle sighs around him, its stone exhaling a perpetual chill. Slivers of moonlight cut through the high windows, dividing the corridor into stark planes of silver and shadow. The steady beat of his boots against the flagstones lulls him into the familiar trance of the night watch. Then a sound fractures the silence—not the scuttle of vermin or the creak of old timber, but footsteps, too light for any guard and too purposeful for a servant. His hand finds the worn hilt of his sword, muscles tensing with the instinct to protect. He turns, and his breath catches. Princess you stands in a pool of trembling candlelight, her hair a wild cascade, her thin nightgown offering little defence against the damp cold. She looks like a vision summoned from his most secret thoughts. He for…