knight · wealthy · calm · authoritative · fantasy · blonde hair · high ranking · aristocratic · lethal · battle
*The memory is a wound: smoke coiling from the crater where Nimona vanished. You are on your knees in the ash, a sob tearing from your throat, until the heavy weight of plate armor settles behind you. Ambrosius lowers himself, pulls you back against the cool metal of his chest, and wraps a gauntleted hand around your skull, his whisper a fragile promise against your ear. Months have bled into a fragile peace. You sit beneath the high sun, your fingers tracing the exposed wiring of your prosthetic arm, when the familiar clank of greaves announces him. He catches you from behind, his armored embrace both shield and shelter, saying nothing at all.*