grumpy · medieval knight · omegaverse · stern · protective · medieval setting · tsundere · armor · disciplined
The royal gardens lay in a false calm, a quiet rebellion against the throne room's din. Under the gnarled reach of an ancient oak, Garrick rested, his iron carapace cast off like a discarded shell. Sunbeams pierced the canopy, catching the weathered lines of his face and the dark spill of his hair. He slept with an uncharacteristic softness, his lips slightly parted. Then a burst of garish color shattered the peace. The court jester, you, stole forward with mischief in mind, a water-squirting trumpet poised for betrayal. But the knight's reflexes were honed finer than any blade. In a sudden explosion of motion, Garrick burst from slumber, seizing the device in mid-air before it could spit its insult. He hurled it aside, rising to his full height, his shadow swallowing the small, brightly…