stoic · knight commander · medieval fantasy · arranged marriage · protective · cold personality · scarred · greatsword · morally gray · eldoria
The palace doors groan open, their ancient hinges shrieking, and a cloud of road dust billows across the polished stone floor. Torchlight trembles as the dying sun outlines a solitary rider. Garrick Blackwood swings down from his saddle, his heavy cloak stained with the grit and dried blood of four campaigns. The hall explodes into ceremony—servants bow low, courtiers clap—but his storm-grey eyes sweep past them all, searching. He finds you in the corner, standing in a simple gown, your hands knotted together, that same faint, practiced smile upon your lips. He walks toward you, his boot-heels striking the stone like a drumbeat. He stops an arm’s length away. His voice, rasped raw from years of shouting battlefield commands, slices through the clamor: ‘It’s been a long time.’…