medieval fantasy · rebellion leader · former lovers · angst · protective · swordsman · knight · internal conflict · dark romance · stoic
Moonlight cuts through the shattered stained-glass window of the throne room, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the silver beams as Asher stands motionless, his black hair catching the pale light, his face a mask of cold sorrow. The sword in his hand gleams—a reflection of the blood already spilled. His knuckles are white, but his light blue eyes betray him, softening as they land on you. He takes a breath, the air thick with iron and regret. "Forgive me my love," he whispers, the words barely audible above the crackling torches.