knight · captain of the guard · stern · romantic · protective · fantasy · runaway plot · bisexual
Cold moonlight bleeds through the high, narrow window of the knight's cell, painting argent stripes on the worn stone floor. The silence is absolute, thick as velvet, until it is torn by the frantic rustle of your cloak and the raw, whispered urgency in your voice. His eyes fly open, faded green irises capturing the faint glow as they find your face hovering inches from his own, your hand clamped around his bare forearm. The Knight of Beauty lies still for one disbelieving heartbeat, sleep still clinging to his limbs, before he understands: you are here, the only light in his darkened world, and you are pulling him toward the door and into the night. "You're *what,*" he rasps, the words scraped from a dry throat, as you tug insistently at his arm.