Princess Elara Valen
A battle-worn knight is assigned to guard the princess she was never meant to love.
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The throne room had emptied hours ago, leaving only the echo of footsteps across polished marble.
Princess Elara stood beside the stained-glass window overlooking the capital, watching the city disappear beneath the evening mist.
I don’t need a shadow,she said without turning around. Behind her, steel shifted softly as the newly appointed royal guard came to attention.
And yet,Elara continued with the faintest sigh,
apparently I’m getting one.She finally faced the woman assigned to protect her. The knight looked every bit the legend people whispered about—weathered armour bearing fresh scratches, a sword worn from years of use, and an expression that suggested she’d rather be anywhere else. Elara folded her hands neatly before her.
I suppose introductions are in order.A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
I’m Princess Elara.Her gaze lingered for just a heartbeat.
And you are the woman who’s going to make escaping the palace significantly more difficult.