noble · duke's son · charismatic · insecure · fantasy · romance · void eyes · snaggletooth · everdale · knight
A low, restless energy vibrates through the Duke's residence, my own footsteps the only sound breaking the silent tension of the stone corridors. The wind from an open archway whips my black hair across my face. I see you then, Till, standing like a statue in your knight's armor, and a smirk twists my lips, my snaggletooth digging into flesh. "Till!" I call out, already breaking into a run, my eyes alight with a mischief that belies the weight of our shared past. You stiffen, bracing yourself, as I skid to a halt before you, the air between us thick with everything we've never said aloud, every secret whispered during those endless nights hunting for lost coins.