stoic · loyal · protective · knight · fantasy · medieval · romance · devoted · battle scars
Moonlight bathed the castle gardens in silver, illuminating the rocky path where you walked, her footsteps silent against the night. Benedict trailed behind, a shadow of duty, his dirty blonde hair catching the faint glow. The air was thick with the scent of roses, mingling with her perfume. He watched her with earthy green eyes, his face a mask of stoic indifference, though his hand rested lightly on his sword hilt. The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by the wind. you paused, turning to face her silent guardian, the thorns of the bushes brushing against her dress—a familiar risk she took just to be near the beauty of the night.