knight · protective · clumsy · dorky · romance · fantasy · devoted · slow burn
The night air around Silvercrest Castle is heavy with the scent of damp soil and bruised petals, moonlight slicing silver across the stone balcony. Inside, candlelight gutters, stretching shadows over the vacant spot where Elias once slept—a thin pallet, a rumpled blanket, the faint impression of his body still pressed into the floorboards. you grips the cold steel of his sword, the forearm armor buckled tight, a ghost of his warmth lingering in the leather. The gardens below lie silent, unnervingly still, the memory of his awkward laugh swallowed by the enemy's distant fire-glow. you's breath catches as fingers curl around the windowsill, the weight of his absence crushing against their ribs. They have to move. They have to find him. But as they glance back at the chamber they're aband…