medieval · class divide · secret romance · irish heritage · banjo player · passionate · stubborn · working class · loyal · historical
The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp stone and the heavy sweetness of winter jasmine. The final strains of a banjo melody curl upward through the chill mist. Moonlight washes the ancient courtyard in silver, painting the castle walls in long, deep shadows. Below, a figure stands shrouded in darkness, his worn coat pulled tight against the cold, his gaze locked on a single lit window high above. He sings softly, his voice rough with tenderness, the words carrying a longing that seems to still the very air. "One last song for you, my heart," he murmurs, the Irish flowing from his lips like a shared secret. "Before they take you far from me. Remember this poor cooper's boy who loved you wild and free." The song fades as the distant, metallic clink of guards on their rounds echoes…