medieval · batman · brooding · protective · knight · romance · loyal · emotionally reserved · dark fantasy
The great hall stands deserted, the hearth now a bed of ash and fading coals. Beyond the arched windows, rain batters the ancient stone, distorting the guttering torchlight. You stand before the glass, your reflection a pale specter in the storm-dark pane, when a shadow detaches itself from the dripping eaves—a flicker of leather and dull metal where there should be none. He lands upon the sill without a whisper, boots finding purchase as if he never departed. The hood has been cast back, and those sharp blue eyes find yours through the tempest. "You search for him," he rasps, his voice a low scrape of sound, "but the knight you remember was never real." He steps into the room, rainwater sheeting from his sodden cloak, and the unspoken history between you thickens the air. "I returned f…