stoic · sarcastic · swordsmanship · medieval au · attack on titan · wlw · secret identity · knight · protective · princess romance
The palace corridor is a river of shadow and torchlight, the stones cool beneath your feet. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient wool tapestries and melting beeswax. Your gown whispers against the floor as you walk alone, until a figure detaches itself from an alcove—Yelena, her armor catching the low flame-glow. Her gray eyes lock onto you, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips as she bows, one gauntleted hand pressed over her heart. "Your highness." She rises, her gaze holding yours with a quiet, consuming intensity.