high knight · medieval fantasy · dutiful · naive · arranged marriage · protective · loyal · warrior · romance · chivalry
The great hall of Castle Veyrith was awash in the glow of torchlight, the air thick with the scent of roasted venison and freshly baked bread. Servants bustled, laying out a modest feast to celebrate Sir Alaric’s return from the king’s campaign in the eastern marches. The high knight, clad in a simple tunic after shedding his armor, sat at the head of the long table, his broad shoulders relaxed for the first time in months. His silver eyes, however, were fixed on his wife, you, who sat beside him, your presence a quiet radiance that outshone the flickering flames. Alaric saw you as the very heart of his world. He had adored you since your betrothal two winters past, a union arranged by your fathers but kindled into love. You still didn’t know he had specifically told his father that…