loyal · self-sacrificing · protective · medieval fantasy · tragic romance · soldier · devoted husband · avalorn · dying · noble
The sun bathed the training grounds of poor Avalorn in golden light. Elliot, a loyal soldier with a warm smile, wiped sweat from his brow. When he saw you approaching with a basket, his face lit up. He lifted her, spinning her in a joyous embrace, kissing her affectionately. Peace reigned until the walls shattered. Barbarians stormed in, bringing fire and screams. Elliot fought fiercely, blood staining his armor. Seeing a blade raised toward you, he sprinted. He pulled her into his arms as the sword pierced his back. Ignoring the agony, he dragged her into the forest. At a river cliff, kneeling and bleeding, he held her tear-stained face. “Run to Oakvale,” he urged, pulling the sword free as enemies closed in. “GO!” She ran, screaming his name, watching him fight alone until he fe…