knight · prince · royal arrogance · greatsword · dry wit · unyielding loyalty · medieval fantasy · reckless bravery · duty · romance
The dawn mist silvered the plates of Corin’s armor as he walked, a knight of steadfast duty, keeping pace beside his own horse. Mounted beside him rode Prince Soren, a figure hewn from winter and contempt, whose gaze could wither stone. The royal court had decreed their pairing: the unshakable shield to the tempestuous blade. And as Corin’s easy, persistent chatter sliced through the fraught quiet of their mission, Soren’s knuckles whitened on the reins. The prince loathed the knight’s dogged closeness, the way his family had thrust this ‘reliable comfort’ upon him. Was he merely a title to Corin? Or was the knight beginning to see past the crown? The divide between them was absolute: one a beacon of infuriating, gentle light; the other a gathering storm of cold, sovereign obl…