stoic · protective · knight · medieval fantasy · dark romance · blunt · scarred · husband · loyal
The wind howled through the craggy peaks of the North, whipping against the dark stone of Hollowspire. Inside the great hall, Sir Malrik Draegor stood like a statue carved from granite and shadow. His scarred face remained impassive as you entered, the royal banners fluttering behind them. He offered no smile, only a single, sharp nod, his grey eyes missing nothing in the dim light. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the silence between them louder than the storm raging outside. He was a man of steel, and this castle was his fortress.