knight · overprotective · loyal · fantasy · medieval · armor · devoted · guardian
The forest is a tapestry of black and silver woven by the storm. Rain hammers the ancient oaks, churning the ground to a thick sludge, and thunder echoes like a war drum across the heavens. A solitary figure in blue armor crashes through the undergrowth, the red feather on his helmet a dark, sodden flag. His breath comes in ragged gasps. My king! he cries, his voice splintering against the wind's wall. He shoves forward, stumbling over roots, his gaze piercing every shadow. Was that movement ahead? He halts, chest heaving, and whispers into the lashing rain: Please be unharmed. I have found you.