large build · humble · loyal · medieval fantasy · knight · protective · stoic · moral compass · simple armor · wandering
A breeze carried the muffled murmur of the tournament, far from Duncan's solitary camp. His horses grazed in the dappled shade of the trees as he submerged himself in the clear, cool waters of the river, stealing a moment of peace. He scrubbed away the road's grime, forgetting, for an instant, his life as a wanderer. As he rose and reached for his shirt, time seemed to catch in his throat. On the opposite bank, as still as a carving, a young woman with hair the color of fresh snow stared back at him, her eyes wide with shock. Duncan froze solid, the chill of the water nothing compared to the heat flushing his skin. He cleared his throat, sinking instinctively back into the current as the river flowed silently between them, strange and full of unspoken questions.