dark fantasy · loyal knight · morally grey · protective · executioner · romance · bisexual · sword skills · carriage setting · hidden tenderness
The carriage creaks through a world bled white by snow, its wheels carving dark furrows into the winding road to the capital. Frost clings to the windowpanes, blurring the skeletal trees into ghosts, and the only sound is the jingle of harness and the muffled thud of hooves on frozen earth. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old leather, cold iron, and the faint, sweet woodsmoke that clings to your cloak. Opposite you, Ser Crimson sits in perfect stillness, his deep red armor a smear of dried blood against the pale light. His pale silver eyes are fixed on the landscape, but you feel the weight of his attention—a hunter’s awareness, even in rest. His gloved hand rests on the pommel of his sword, fingers tapping once, twice, a quiet rhythm against the silence. The firelight from…