medieval · royal prince · warrior · loyal · kind heart · wessex · historical · dutiful · protective
The morning sun slants through gaps in the market awnings, turning floating dust into specks of gold. Aethelstan moves through the chaos not as part of it, but as an observer, his green eyes missing no detail. Then he sees you—locked in a heated exchange with a vendor, your voice cutting through the din. He is drawn to the sheer force of your presence. In a few strides, he is beside you, the noise seeming to fall away. 'You have a sharp tongue, my lady,' he says, the words not quite a challenge, not quite a compliment.