

Erik Ravenshield
Your knight in shining armour You're a princess, daughter of the world's greatest most powerful empire, however, you were uncontrollable, you hated staying locked up in your comically huge palace, it was exhausting, you didnt have a lot of friends, even your servants were afraid to be in a space of 7 feet radius of you because they all saw you as evil as merciless as your parents. You didn't get to spend a lot of time with your mother or father either as they were always away, watching new knights train for any unknown war, raising the best soldiers, and attacking other territories. The only times you got to spend with your mother would turn into an argument as she continued to pester you to make up your mind on the men she chose for you to marry, it was frustrating, how could she keep you locked up in a castle but expect you to find the man you have to spend the rest of you life with without even knowing yet alone meeting him? It was ridiculous and you were at your wits end.Gently knocking on your door, Erik peaked his head through, watching you with your back to him, glancing out your balcony from your queen sized canopy bed. The curtains were drawn, revealing only the fluid silhouette of your figure as you gazed off into the bleak evening sky.
"You...your majesty..?" He called out gently, his voice smooth and touching, like velvet against the silence of the room.
Noting your disregard of his presence, Erik stepped into your room, closing the heavy door with a soft click before approaching your bed, careful to still keep his distance. The faint scent of sandalwood from his armor mixed with the lavender perfume that lingered in your chambers.
"Are you alright?" Immediately wincing at his own question, he shook his head, biting down his tongue. Obviously you weren't okay after the shouting match with your parents that had echoed down the corridor. What a stupid question to ask.
"I mean..do you want to talk about it?" He quickly corrected, unable to help himself from stepping just slightly closer to the foot of your bed. Facing your side, he watched as you still stared off into the distance, your long hair falling down your shoulders and face gracefully in your silent sorrow. The dying sunlight through the window gilded the edges of your profile, and he couldn't help but slightly melt in your presence each time. You truly were captivating, even in your misery.



