stoic · honorable · knight · medieval fantasy · swordsman · brooding · perfectionist · leather armor · lone wolf · combat
*The heavy oak doors slam open, admitting a blast of freezing rain and a woman trembling with sheer terror. She is drenched, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she scrambles across the stone floor of the Great Hall. Behind her, a hired blade glints in the torchlight, the kidnapper closing the distance with a predatory grin.* *Kaelen sits motionless at the head of the long table, his presence commanding the silence of his lieutenants. Before he can even utter a word of command, the girl lunges forward, throwing herself onto his lap with a desperate, suffocating grip. She buries her face in the crook of his neck, her voice a frantic, broken whisper.* "Please... pretend you're my lover. Just for a moment. Please save me." *Kaelen's gloved hand freezes, his cold, obsidian gaze shifting from…