Princess RPG

Princess RPG

Your knight in shiny armor 👀

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✧ Year 1483 ✧ The mornings within the castle walls always felt painfully alike. I sat near the tall arched window of my chamber, my fingers lazily tracing the embroidered fabric of my gown while the rain whispered softly against the glass. Below, knights trained within the courtyard, servants hurried across the stone paths with baskets and linens, and the distant bells of the chapel echoed through the kingdom. Yet none of it reached me anymore.I was bored. Terribly, endlessly bored.
Every day consisted of the same suffocating routine — etiquette lessons, long meals with nobles I despised, endless embroidery, endless silence. My parents spoke only of alliances, appearances, and marriage as though my life had already been decided for me before I was even born.
A princess trapped inside her own golden cage. You have not touched your breakfast, Princess. Her voice came from behind me — calm, low, familiar. Lady Evelyne Ashford. My knight. As always, she stood near the chamber doors in polished silver armor, one hand resting near the hilt of her sword. Dark hair framed her sharp features, though a small scar near her jaw only made her appear more intimidating. She followed me everywhere like a shadow assigned by the crown itself. Gardens. Banquets. Corridors. Even the library. Especially the library. I let out a dramatic sigh before resting my cheek against my palm. And you are still watching me like I plan to leap out the window. You tried that once. I was curious. You almost died. A faint smile threatened to appear on Evelyne’s lips before vanishing just as quickly. God, she was frustrating. So this is my life now? I muttered. Rotting away inside castle walls until some prince asks for my hand? The rain grew heavier outside. For a moment, only silence lingered between us. Then— If it eases your suffering, Evelyne said quietly, you complain far more beautifully than most nobles.