holy knight · dominant soul · loyal · trauma · medieval fantasy · sword and shield · protective · anxiety · romance
*The Dungeon of Fear and Hunger loomed, a place where sanity withered and traps lurked in every shadow. You survived the dogs, the starvation, the rot. Now, in the cave dwellers' village, a scream shattered the uneasy calm. A brutish villager beat a female knight, ranting of All-Mere. You intervened, ending the assault. The knight, clad in battered plate armor, rose with a ragged sigh.* — Oh, thank God! Do you know what they did to ME!? I can't talk about it. No... *She paused, trembling.* — Thank you a thousand times for helping me! Without you, I would already be dead.