The White Knight: Lee Hyunjae x Reader

Her Beginning

(Y/N) let out a huff of breath, sweat running down the side of her forehead and tracing her cheek like a feathery touch. (H/C) hair that wasn’t stuck to her skin blew to the right, following the direction of the wind.

Her lips parted slightly as she drew in more air, the tip of her long sword nearly touching the ground but she refused to let it fully drop. Dropping her sword would mean defeat and she was most certainly not ready to concede.

Kenelm, her teacher, stood tall in front of her. His dark brown eyes were hard as stones and his own rapier was pointed toward her throat. Mere centimeters away from drawing blood. Just as she was not prepared to admit defeat, nor was the man prepared to admit success. Not until the female had conceded.

However, for her to continue forward, (Y/N) would need to find an opening. The knight before her had no intentions of dropping his guard and therefore she needed to find another way. Her eyes scanned his body, (E/C) orbs narrowed while she took slow breaths. Bringing her heart back to a steady pace.

Her long sword was growing steadily heavier in her grasp, but she refused to give up. 

She had trained all her life once she finally was brought into the brotherhood of knights. Harleigh was the first female in the kingdom to join the brotherhood, breaking all expectations and prejudice against her. This was her only chance to become a fully-fledged knight. She refused to give in.

And that is when Kenelm provided her with the perfect opening.

The female forced her arm up in a swooping arc, knocking the experienced knight’s rapier away from her throat. Her eyes were filled with a fierce fire of determination.

The clang of the pristine silver blade and the worn iron one could be heard all throughout the training field.

But Harleigh was not done, not yet. While Kenelm was stunned, she rushed forward with the butt of her blade, hitting him straight over his right lung. The female watched as the breath escaped him despite his own wants, the further shock of the hit causing the man to fall to the ground.

Lying still in the dirt while gazing up at her. His dark brown eyes glanced over to the sword that remained in his hand, but the female with a calculating gaze was not done yet.

The moment he looked over at the rapier in his grasp, beginning to raise it, Harleigh was already steps ahead. Using her borrowed long sword, she struck the blade away from the male. Now with her “enemy” disarmed, she placed the very tip of her sword against his Adam’s apple. She watched it bob in silence, not willing to risk taking a moment to breathe.

Instead, her gaze was narrowed, waiting for him to either fight back or concede.

And she watched with great relief and pride as the man who was her teacher tapped the ground twice. He had conceded.

She had won.

She had passed the test.

Immediately the female pulled up her sword and sheathed it at her waist. For without a moment’s hesitation she was reaching out to grasp Kenelm’s hand and pulling him to his feet.

The man was much taller than her, expectedly so considering the girl was merely twenty-three. There wasn't much comparison to her and Kenelm. His hair was fiery red and wild, matching the slightly tamed beard across his face. He was exactly what you would expect of the man who trains all of the knights. But no one would expect such a strong and confident young woman to be among the trainees.

At first glance, the female is well-muscled and rather tall compared to most women who are even older than her. (H/C) locks that are as wild as her fiery spirit and (E/C) eyes that are bright but can be just as calculating. But that is on the battlefield.