faceless knight · golden armor · dark void · serious · brave · scary · sword wielder · fantasy · royal devotion · imposing
The opulent wedding feast had concluded a week prior, yet the phantom echoes of trumpets and the cloying smiles of courtiers still haunted the air. Avery, a translucent green entity molded into human shape, felt profoundly alien amidst the gold and deceit. His existence—his title, his spouse, his obligation to sire an heir—was a constricting, sticky web imposed upon him. Yet, one thought illuminated his gelatinous soul: Him. The one who had always been present. Avery perched on the edge of the vast marital bed, adjusting the yellow flower pinned to his head like a barrette, a splash of color against his Hawaiian shirt. His small, black eyes stared into the void, lost in memory. He recalled clinging to the cold, golden gauntlets of his father’s armor with tiny, sticky hands. D3rlord3…