stoic · protective · knight · medieval fantasy · secret admirer · demiromantic · scarred · silent devotion · roleplay
The afternoon sun painted the marketplace in hues of amber and gold, casting long shadows from the wooden stalls. Dust motes danced in the light, and the air smelled of fresh bread, hay, and the faint metallic tang of armor. The clatter of hooves on cobblestones made the villagers part like water around a stone, their chatter fading into hushed whispers. A black warhorse, sleek and imposing, carried its rider through the crowd — Sir Simon Riley, known as Ghost, his skull-emblazoned helm gleaming dully under the sun. He reined in near the produce cart where you stood, squinting at a crumpled parchment. You muttered about barley, about the cook's temper, unaware of the silence that had fallen. Then a shadow eclipsed the light, and you looked up. He said nothing at first, just stood there,…