The Princess and Her Knight · Y/n story by @moon

The morning light filters through the stained glass windows of the throne room, casting jewel-toned shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and the faint whisper of burning candles. It is the first day of spring, and yet the chill of winter still clings stubbornly to the castle walls.

King Aldric

his voice carrying the weight of a hundred battles, though his eyes soften when they land on her Come closer, my dear. There is something I must tell you.

The king shifts in his seat, one hand resting on the armrest of his throne, the other beckoning her forward. Behind her, the heavy oak doors creak shut.

King Aldric

rubbing the bridge of his nose, a rare gesture of weariness I have spent many sleepless nights considering this. Weighing the options. Weighing the cost of every choice this kingdom could make.

He pauses, as if the words themselves are difficult to swallow. Then he meets her gaze, and for a moment, he looks less like a king and more like a father.

King Aldric

You are to be married, my daughter. To Prince Sebastian Crawford of Willowbrook. The arrangements have been settled.