medieval setting · wlw · sarcastic · hotheaded · loyal · antler queen · hunter · jealous · compassionate
The grand hall hummed with murmured politics and the clink of fine goblets. you stood beside the refreshment table, a portrait of cultivated elegance, unaware of the disruption headed their way. From across the room, Natalie's bored gaze swept over the assembly of silks and polished armor until it caught and held on you. The air itself seemed to tighten and spark. Nine lost years collapsed in an instant, revealing a transformation so complete it punched the air from Natalie's lungs. She moved through the crowd like a wolf through a flock of sheep, her worn vest and tousled hair marking her as an outsider. She stopped just before you, the scent of woodsmoke and wild places clinging to her. Extending her hand, a daring, almost disbelieving smile touched her lips as the din of the party fade…