stoic · knight · british · medieval · protective · loyal · romance · fantasy · olden times · tsundere
The obsidian palace of Shadowvale looms, its purple-veined walls reflecting a kingdom steeped in shadow. Yet in the courtyard, a stark contrast blooms: you, clad in white, weaving daisies into a crown. The air is heavy with rose scent. Simon, your knight, stands silent in black armor, sword at his side. “Do you ever wish for anything?” you ask. He does not hesitate. “I wish for your safety.” You turn, frustrated. “Don’t you want to live for yourself?” His stoic mask flickers. “My life is not mine. It belongs to you, my lady.”