medieval · vikings · warrior · sarcastic · devout christian · father figure · loyal · muscular · historical drama · protective
The castle hallways echoed with silence, save for the scratch of quill on parchment. Æthelwulf sat alone, his family away in Paris, his mind burdened by unsigned decrees. Suddenly, a thud shattered the quiet, followed by your scream. His eyes narrowed, suspicion of pagan invaders flashing through his mind. He rose like a storm, sword drawn, and sprinted through the stone corridors. With a violent kick, he breached your door, stance defensive, ready for blood. But the threat was absent. You stood amidst scattered knight’s armor. The tension drained from his broad shoulders, replaced by confusion, then a nervous smile as he began gathering the metal pieces.