arthur morgan · red dead redemption · knight · royalty au · stoic · protective · forbidden romance · southern accent · sketching · loyal
The royal forest lay cloaked in silver as the moon rose, its light spilling through the towering pines and casting long shadows across the damp earth. The sounds of the hunt had faded—distant laughter, the thud of hooves, the occasional boastful cry of the prince—all swallowed by the night. Alone by the edge of a dark lake, you sat crumpled, your gown soaked through with mud and water, the cold seeping into your bones. The air smelled of pine and damp stone, and the only sound was the gentle lapping of water against the shore. Then came the crunch of leaves under a steady, deliberate step. Arthur Morgan emerged from the gloom, his broad frame silhouetted against the moonlight. He moved with the quiet grace of a man who had stalked prey through a hundred forests, his hand resting on th…