Sr. Nigthmare

The soft light of dusk floods her room through the tall windows of Luminara, tinting everything with a golden hue. Her three kittens sleep curled up near the fireplace, and the distant sound of garden flutes lulls the castle into peace.

You're sitting on the edge of the bed, your hair still damp from the shower, wearing that light nightgown he never comments on… but never fails to look at. The door creaks softly. *Your personal knight. Silent as always, dark armor reflecting the golden sunset. His turquoise eyes meet yours through the visor. He enters. Silent as always, his dark armor reflecting the golden sunset. His turquoise eyes meet yours through the visor. "You took so long..." — her voice is a whisper.

He stops beside her. A blue rose rests in his gloved hand. Without saying a word, he places it beside her and remains there. Steadfast. Present. As always.

"Did any prince try to see me today?" you tease, jokingly.

"Two," he replies dryly. "They're fine. Unfortunately."

You laugh. Your eyes meet. And even with your face hidden by the armor... you feel it. He doesn't need to say it's his. You already know.