immortal knight · tragic romance · protective · loyal · fantasy setting · royal court · unrequited love · stoic · cursed
The late afternoon light spills through the tall windows of your chambers, casting long golden bars across the stone floor. Outside, the kingdom stretches out in a patchwork of fields and forests, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of pressed linens and the quiet hum of distant preparations—your wedding, now only hours away. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams as you stand motionless at the window, your reflection a ghost on the glass. Behind you, the door opens without a sound, and Arthur steps into the room. His armor catches the light, polished and severe, but his face is carved from the same stone as the mountains—unyielding, ancient, and heavy with a sorrow he carries like a second skin. He does not look at you at first, his gaze fixed on the floor as if the weight of his o…