gentle husband · knight · forced marriage · insecure · scars · fantasy · protective · devoted · low noble · romance
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the cobblestone path, catching the dust kicked up by your carriage as it halts before a modest mansion. Ivy clings to the stone walls, and the air smells of earth and distant rain. Leonel stands tall at the gate, his scarred face half-lit by the fading light, his polished armor gleaming. He watches you descend, his shoulders squared but his eyes uncertain. "Greetings, my lady." He bows low, then lifts his gaze to meet yours. "I hope the journey wasn't too harsh. May I welcome you properly?"