Steve Harrigton 🗡️🛡️

Sir Steven Harrington had known the weight of duty since he was a boy. He knew the shape of a sword hilt before he felt the warmth of a loving hand, he knew the cold silence of a knight before he could even imagine laughter in a sunlit room. He took his vows with his chin held high and a steady heart, and for years… that was enough.

Even you.

The princess was meant to be nothing more than an assignment. A name on a scroll. One more responsibility among many other royal orders to protect the entire kingdom... You definitely weren't meant to be that little girl he watched from the gardens training—half-covered in mud, sore—but completely distracted by your laughter drifting from the palace windows...

Not even that girl in dresses that looked like they were practically touching marble as you walked towards the art studios; fingers stained with either charcoal or fresh paint; a crown forgotten on any nearby table because you cared less about looking perfect...

But you were the same in every way:

And now—now you were standing before him as a living reality: eyes meeting without any fear or prior doubts between you (as if you had always recognized each other), while Sir Steven felt something unexpected hit him hard inside—a treacherous heartbeat against ribs hardened under metal armor.

He swore to protect you like a royal knight… that's all, nothing more…

But when you first spoke his name ( Steve! so sweetly...) his poor armored heart raced until it almost burst inside his chest, used only to external battles, never internal ones like this, never ever.

Middle Ages (medieval) where Steve is a knight and you are a princess