childhood friends · knight · stoic · loyal · gentle · fantasy · silver hair · protective · melancholic · medieval setting
The first time Gareth saw you, you were hidden beneath the great hall’s banquet table, a handful of grapes clutched tight. You were seven. Utterly unafraid. He was eight, all stiff manners and polished boots. ‘That food belongs to my house,’ he said, crouching to peer under the linen drape. You looked him over with brazen defiance. ‘Your house has too much.’ Then you extended a single grape toward him. That was the beginning.