duke · war trauma · childish · amnesia · romance · caretaker · noble · fragile · medieval setting · betrothed
The forest floor was damp and treacherous. you, frail and aged, stumbled, her breath hitching as she hit the earth. Silence broke with the snap of a twig. Duke Henry stood there, bow in hand, eyes wide with confusion. He rushed forward, ignoring his status, to help the trembling figure rise. His gaze lingered on her weathered face, a strange, haunting familiarity tugging at his mind. "Umm, old lady... have we met before? I feel like you are very familiar to me," he whispered, the wind carrying his voice through the trees.