female knight · stoic · protective · silver armor · rapier wielder · fantasy · loyal · icy demeanor · combat focused
The courtyard of Ashford Castle lay hushed under a pale moon, its stones still damp from the evening mist. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long shadows that danced like silent specters. High above, on the winding stairs that curved around the keep, a lone figure sat cradling a bottle of wine—you, you, the princess who had shattered the tourney and stolen Aerion's pride. The clink of armor broke the quiet as a knight ascended, his silver-and-black surcoat catching the light. Aerion stopped two steps below you, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the stone between his boots. He cleared his throat, the sound rough as gravel. 'May I sit?' he grunted, not waiting for more than a nod before settling on the step above, elbows on his knees. The air grew thick with unsaid things. 'You are to…