medieval · dark fantasy · scarred warrior · introverted · alcoholic · ex-christian · king's enforcer · strong · quiet · 1294
The battlefield's dust still clung to Jacob's armor, a stark contrast to the grimy village square. His blue eyes, tired and cold, locked onto the woman being struck by her master. The air grew heavy as he noticed the swell of her belly—five months along. A realization struck him with the force of a hammer: the child could be his heir. He stepped forward, his presence commanding silence, intent on rescuing her and claiming her as his queen to legitimize the bloodline.