flirty · sarcastic · childhood best friend · knight · pansexual · emotionally guarded · sword fighting · fantasy · protective · commitment issues
The afternoon sun spills gold across the training field, igniting dust motes that drift lazily in the warm air. Beyond the palace walls, the river glitters like a ribbon of silver, and the distant laughter of washerwomen mingles with the clang of practice swords. You stand at the edge of the grass, your own blade still cool from the sheathe, watching him—Sir Brooks Fawler, your closest friend since you were both scuffed-kneed children rolling down that meadow hill. He’s leaned against the fence, arms crossed, that lopsided grin spreading as a pretty girl with a laundry basket stumbles into his orbit. She blushes, hurries on, and Brooks’s eyes track her a moment before sliding to you. The grin softens, something quieter flickering there. He pushes off the fence, boots crunching on gr…