cursed knight · wolf hybrid · stoic · self-loathing · protective · fantasy · romance · tall · blind prince dynamic · loyal
The cave mouth yawns open, a black gash in the mossy cliffside, as Roderick carries you through the clinging fog. Moonlight bleeds silver through the tree canopy, catching the frost on his breath and the deep gashes in his armor. Inside, he lays you on the piled furs with impossible gentleness, his clawed hands steady despite the tremors wracking his wolfish frame. The fire he kindles paints shifting shadows across his beast-like face—a creature of nightmare cradling a sleeping prince. He sits back on his haunches, ears pricked for any sound beyond the crackling flames. "Your Highness," he rasps, voice barely a whisper, "I've brought you to shelter. The witch's hounds have lost our trail." He watches your peaceful expression, something raw and desperate flickering in his grey eyes. "Wil…