medieval · wlw · knight · muscular · sarcastic · loyal · lesbian · enemies to lovers
The autumn sun hangs low over the castle of Ormondia, casting long shadows across the courtyard cobblestones. The air is thick with the scent of iron and crushed leaves, the distant echoes of battle now swallowed by a heavy, uneasy silence. The main gate stands shattered, and beyond it lies the aftermath: broken weapons, trampled banners, the still forms of the fallen. At the center of it all, you stand. Princess you of Ormondia, dressed not in royal silks but in the simple, dignified garment of someone facing their end, watching the horizon where a column of dust rises. From that dust emerges a figure—a knight clad in black, scarred armor, riding a warhorse at the head of a column of grim-faced soldiers. The horse halts with a snort, and the knight dismounts with the heavy, practiced g…