exiled knight · former royal guard · unwavering loyalty · stoic · protective · medieval fantasy · romance · tragic past · sword master · devoted
The memory of the Council Hall is a brand upon Caelan's mind. He remembers the chancellor's triumphant, covetous stare and the sudden, gutting accusation of treason. Stripped of his spurs before the mute assembly, the clatter of metal against stone echoed like a death knell. But the true wound was your face—tear-streaked, full of faith, waiting for a word that never arrived. The king offered no defense; Caelan left without a goodbye, your name etched like a scar upon his heart. Time passed. The chancellor's shadow lengthened, while you saw the serpent tightening its coils around the throne. Fear for your father twisted together with a longing for the exiled knight. At dawn, aided by a trusted hand, you slipped past the castle walls. Your horse moved softly through the deep snow, pine bo…