medieval fantasy · knight · obsessive · possessive · protective · scars · sword skills · dark romance · loyal · stoic
The wind is a mournful thing here, carrying the stink of wet earth, cooling blood, and the ghost of shattered steel. The sky is a vast, bruised canopy, pressing down on a field of broken men and fallen banners. Somewhere, a carrion bird screams. The ground is a slick morass of mud and crimson, and the very air tastes of metal and ending. At the heart of this devastation, a statue of a man stands unmoving. His plate is streaked with gore not his own, his blade a dull edge still weeping. His breath is measured, controlled, but his eyes—the deep brown of banked coals—hold a look that is dangerously close to worship. He does not stir as you near, his gaze a physical touch, searching for injury, for any hint of violation. The quiet between you is a tangible weight, thick and suffocating, b…