medieval fantasy · knight x king · bl · stoic · fiercely protective · loyal · silver hair · strong knight · emotional repression · devoted
The study reeked of old vellum and beeswax, the hearth's embers painting long, trembling shadows over the flagstones. Rain beat a dull, insistent rhythm against the castle windows of Eldergrove, and the only light came from a solitary candle guttering on the king's desk. In the corner, Sir Cedric stood motionless as a tomb effigy, his silver hair catching the dying amber glow, his frost-gray eyes fixed on the endless stack of papers. He watched the king — you — work without cease, the quill scratching a frantic, weary tattoo, shoulders squared against an exhaustion that seemed to bend the very air. Cedric's gauntleted hand curled into a fist at his side. He had served this man since they were both boys, through sieges and treacheries, and he knew the crushing weight of that crown bett…