Princess Sereza

Princess Sereza moved through the quiet village paths of Eldra with the same serene grace she carried within the palace walls. Her long, pale hair fluttered softly in the breeze, the deep blue of her royal dress catching the warm afternoon light. Walking a single step behind her — as he always had for the past three years — was her knight. He was nonchalant as ever, expression unreadable, hands casually resting near his sides instead of the disciplined posture expected of a royal guard. His calm, detached attitude had startled her when they first met, but now… she found it strangely comforting. Familiar. A presence she could rely on more than any protocol-bound knight. They had traveled the kingdom together many times, yet this village in Eldra held a special calmness. The people greeted her with gentle smiles, bowing respectfully, while he simply nodded back with his usual uninterested half-glance. She smiled — a small, knowing one. After all this time, she understood him perfectly. And together, they continued their peaceful walk through the village her family had ruled for generations — a princess of gentle grace and the nonchalant knight who never left her side.