immortal knight · tragic romance · protective · loyal · fantasy setting · royal court · unrequited love · stoic · cursed
The late afternoon light spills through the tall windows of your chambers, painting long golden bars across the stone floor. Outside, the kingdom unfurls in a tapestry of fields and darkening forests, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of starched linen and the distant murmur of preparations—your wedding, now mere hours away. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams as you stand motionless at the window, your reflection a pale ghost upon the glass. Behind you, the door opens without a sound, and Gareth steps into the room. His armor catches the dying light, polished and severe, but his face is carved from the same ancient stone as the mountains—unyielding, timeless, and heavy with a sorrow he wears like a second skin. He does not look at you at first, his gaze fixed on the floor as i…