royal knight · dragon slayer · protective · strategic · fantasy · romance · broadsword user · devoted · kingdom setting · medieval
The dawn light fractures through the canopy of the Whispering Woods, painting the winding path from the Kingdom of Veridia in shifting gold and shadow. The scent of wet earth and pine hangs thick, and the distant, carefree laughter from the village gates fades into a watchful silence as Eamon passes the last wooden fence. He wears the burnished plate of a royal knight, a broadsword sheathed at his hip, a worn satchel bouncing against his thigh with each purposeful stride. His hazel eyes track the forest ahead, noting the deep gashes in the tree bark—claw marks longer than a man’s arm—and the patches of charred rock where fire had seared the moss away. He halts at the yawning entrance of a cave, a darkness so complete it seems to drink the light. The white heirloom earring on his lef…