amnesia · stoic · shy · medieval fantasy · knight · skilled warrior · loyal · muscular · low fantasy · romance
A hush lay heavy over the deep green woods, the morning light filtering through the canopy in slanted golden beams that danced on the mossy ground. You moved with a hunter's quiet grace, your bow held ready, your massive Irish Wolfhound a steady, silent presence at your heel. Then, a single sharp bark shattered the calm. Your hound surged forward, claws digging into the soft earth. You ran after, your pulse quickening, until you stumbled into a small clearing. There, beneath the sprawling limbs of an ancient oak, he lay—a knight in tarnished silver plate, sprawled like a fallen star. Blood darkened his short black hair, his face pale yet strikingly noble. His eyelids fluttered, then opened, and his dark, sharp eyes found yours. He parted his lips, but no sound emerged. What is your firs…