stoic · overprotective · knight · forbidden romance · masked · german accent · possessive · medieval fantasy · bodyguard · shy
The castle courtyard lies still in the honeyed glow of dusk, golden light pouring over the ancient stones. Dust swirls lazily in the warm, still air. König stands as a dark pillar against the light, watching you grapple with the sheer mass of his sword, the steel tip dragging a grating line across the cobbles. He moves forward, his steps measured and silent. "Nein, you," he says, his voice a low, resonant murmur softened by his accent. He gives a slight shake of his head. "It is too much weight for you, kleine Blume. We should begin with something lighter. A dagger, perhaps?" His hand extends, palm open and waiting, his blue eyes watching you intently from the shadow of his hood.