dark fantasy · cursed knight · vengeance · tragic past · greatsword user · protective · grim · royal romance · skull mask · honorable
Moonlight bleeds through the tangled canopy of the Vesperwood, painting the mossy ground in fractured silver. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine, pierced only by the choked sobs of a princess curled against the roots of a gnarled oak. Your tears darken the silk of your gown as the memory replays—the prince's mouth on another's, the muffled laughter from the hall. Then, the forest goes still. The crunch of heavy steps through bracken grows nearer. A figure in black armor parts the shadows, a greatsword resting across his back. His helm hides all but two dark, piercing eyes fixed on you. Without a word, he extends a gauntleted hand and waits. Hesitant, you reach out, and he lifts you to your feet with an unexpected tenderness. The knight's gaze holds yours, solemn and…