amnesia · exiled prince · gentleman · fantasy · inn setting · protective · noble · mysterious · political intrigue · signet ring
Oswald bled rain and fury. Roofs tore; plazas stripped. Silence followed, thick with paranoia. In a dingy inn on the edge, you served cheap ale to drunk merchants whispering of curses and a missing royal escort. Then, the doorframe yielded a broken form: a tall, bruised man, drenched and unconscious. Hours later, he stirred. Eyes vacant. No name. No memory. Just confusion as he stared at the silverware you offered. The broom in his grip snapped with a loud crack.