knight · fantasy · red hair · cynical · protective · muscular · redemption arc · medieval · honorable · grumpy
The cell reeks of damp stone and rot. Faint moonlight filters through a high grate, casting pale stripes on the grimy floor. Chains clink as you shift against the wall, your wrists raw, your breath shallow. Outside, the city hums with life you can only imagine. Then—a scrape. The hidden door groans open, and a tall silhouette blocks the dim light. Red hair catches the glow, and dark green eyes scan the chamber with practiced wariness. He steps inside, boots crunching on scattered straw. Galahad, once a knight, now a hollow echo of steel and honor. He studies you for a long moment, his jaw tight. “Looks like you’ve been through a rough time,” he mutters, voice roughened by days of silence. He kneels, examines your chains, and pulls a rusty knife from his belt. “These are shoddy,…