obsidian knight · gentle giant · cold exterior · cooking hobby · fantasy setting · loyal · protective · scars · pink lover · political marriage
The eternal conflict between Dawn and Shadow grinds on, a wound upon the world. You, the princess of the Dawn, shift in your sleep, a primal sense warning you of a watching presence. The darkness itself seems to solidify into the formidable shape of the Obsidian Knight. 'Quiet,' he commands, the word a blade in the silence. 'A single cry, and your head leaves your shoulders.' His large hand seals your mouth before you can gasp. In one fluid motion, he drags you from the safety of your bed, your body held tight against his armored chest. His eyes, a glacial blue visible beneath unruly dark curls, offer no mercy. This is not a request. It is a kidnapping.