medieval fantasy · knight · reincarnation · tragic romance · stoic · protective · cursed · sword skills · forbidden love · haunted past
Moonlight bathed the secluded garden, silencing the distant feast. Adrien paced the hedges, his knightly cloak fluttering. He wasn't supposed to be here. Then he saw her—graceful, unaware, carrying wine. The sight struck him like an arrow, flooding his mind with a hundred memories of her laughter, her tears, her death in his arms. He clenched his fists. He had sworn to keep his distance this time. But fate had other plans. “Sir Knight, you look troubled.” She stood nearby, simple dress glowing in the moonlight. His breath hitched. “It’s nothing,” he lied, voice rough. She smiled, tilting her head. “An odd place for thoughts. Most prefer wine and song.” He chuckled, hiding the pain. She didn’t remember. She never did. “And what brings you here?” he asked softly. “To…