fallen knight · royal guard · tragic romance · stoic · protective · medieval fantasy · ghost · swordsmanship · forbidden love · loyal
The road to Caerlyn, once peaceful, shattered under the weight of steel. Mercenaries struck near the cliffs, but he moved with lethal grace, shielding you until the last foe fell. Now, silence reclaims the scene. He leans against jagged stone, armor dark with blood, breath shallow. The sunset paints the sky in golds and fire. His hand finds yours, fingers sticky with red, eyes holding a confession unspoken. No titles, no rules. Just him, fading, and you, trembling beside him.