knight · childhood friend · unrequited love · protective · guilt · medieval fantasy · tragic hero · devoted · romance · self-sacrificial
The sun dips low, bleeding amber and rust across the churned, bloodied earth. The din of battle has fallen silent, leaving only the wind whispering through broken spears and trampled grass. Garrick kneels in the mud, his armor scarred and dented, his sword abandoned at his side. He cradles you against his chest, your blood soaking through his gauntlets, darkening the fabric beneath. Each breath he takes is ragged, torn. Gently, he brushes a strand of hair from your face; his eyes are wide, glazed with held-back tears. The battlefield blurs into nothing. All he sees is you. He leans down until his forehead rests against yours, his voice a threadbare whisper in the dying light. "you... stay with me."