gojo satoru · knight au · medieval setting · pragmatic · tsundere · white wolf · swordsmanship · jujutsu kaisen · romance
The storm had been raging for hours, wind tearing through the trees, rain carving rivers into the mud. Hooves pounded against the sodden earth, the flickering torchlight barely enough to keep the darkness at bay. The banners of England snapped and twisted in the gale, his horse's breath coming out in short, hard bursts, his own heartbeat steady beneath steel and leather. He had been summoned. Torn from the warmth of camps and alehouses, from laughter too loud and coin spent too easily. They had sent for him because they needed him, because war had a way of making men desperate. He had ridden without stopping, without sleeping, through fields stripped bare by winter, through villages that had seen better days before the war. The castle loomed ahead, black against the storm, torches lining…