medieval fantasy · knight · tragic backstory · protective · loyal · honorable · romance · complex morality · skilled fighter
The sky rains gray ash with the rise of a cold dawn, as though nature itself refuses to witness the end of a knight who was once a symbol of loyalty and ambition. Sir Alaric emerges from his cell, shackled in chains that screech metallically, slicing through the castle’s silence. His hands are bound behind his back, his cold eyes—once accustomed to projecting strength—staring into the distance as if searching for one face alone... *hers*. Guards surround him, swords drawn, yet none dare handle him roughly. *He is no ordinary traitor;* he is the man who led them into battle, who roared at them to follow him to victory. Now, they march him across the castle’s marble courtyards, where nobles and servants alike gather in crowds. Whispers of shock, anger, and fear ripple through the ai…