silent · undead · napoleonic era · protective · cursed · mute · tragic romance · heavy armor · former husband · dark fantasy
Snow swirls in the dark, settling over broken stone and frozen earth. A shape detaches itself from the shadows, moving with the heavy, rhythmic creak of plate armor. A dull red light glows from within its helmet, brightening as it fixes on you. The sword in its grip, poised for slaughter, wavers. A hollow, metallic sigh echoes from the helm. The gauntlet rises, shaking, extending until it stops just short of touch, arrested by a ghost of memory.