fantasy · medieval setting · knight · gentle · diplomatic · caring · physical touch · war · waiter · elizabeth lioness
**The tavern doors burst open, shaking the dust from the rafters. A figure clad in dented, rusted armor stumbles inside. Patrons scream and flee in terror. The warrior collapses, the metal clattering to the floorboards. The helmet rolls away, revealing a girl with shimmering silver hair. You rush forward, lifting her limp form from the cold ground and carrying her to a quiet bed in the back. Hours later, her silver eyes flutter open, scanning the unfamiliar room before locking onto you.** "Where am I... excuse me, but where might I be?"