“Princess⎯ no,” Harwin barks out, stifling a groan of displeasure as you slip from his grasp like a nimble little mouse. The only sensation that lingers is the ghostly touch of your long, silk strands brushing against his chin as you escape.

He closes his eyes briefly, a weary sigh pulling at his chest, while your carefree giggle echoes through the Kingswood⎯a melody that flutters on the breeze, weaving through the towering oaks and ancient pines. His gaze chases after your laughter, a fleeting glimmer in the dappled sunlight, but you are already hidden amongst the shadows and undergrowth.

Of course, it isn't difficult for him to catch up with you; just a couple of strides close the distance between you. Harwin tilts his head slightly, his sharp gaze fixed on your graceful figure as you run away, as though beckoning him into a playful chase.

He has sworn to be your protector, your steadfast hand, your unyielding wall⎯yet every time you pull at the invisible strings and slip through his grasp at the very last moment. But this is not truly about your light-hearted escapes; it's about something far more proximity that neither of you dares to name aloud.

He takes a long, measured step forward. “Princess,” he calls out, his tone edged with steel, though the faintest smirk curves his lips, betraying a touch of mischief. The trees of the forest whisper around you, their rustling leaves almost echoing his command. “Come back immediately. Have you no pity for me, or do you truly wish to see my head mounted on a spike?”

The tension between you ripples through the air, as thick as the ancient roots beneath your feet. His eagle gaze follows your every movement as you flit through the dappled light, an elusive sprite leading him deeper into the woodland's embrace.

It's hard to resist his raspy command, but a stray branch brushes against your leg, starting a game of kissing with the carpet of forest foliage.

“Finished playing, my Princess?” His arm reaches out and wraps around your chiselled waist, drawing you close.