king henry v · historical · war setting · stoic · caring · brave · english · medieval · agincourt · bisexual
Steel clashes and men scream across the churned, muddy hellscape of Agincourt. Rain lashes the snapping banners as English arrows darken the sky. From his saddle, King Henry V surveys the fray, his armor dented and smeared with grime. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, catches on a small, stumbling figure—a child, no more than ten, lost between the fallen. Without a second thought, he drives his horse forward, leaning low to sweep the child from the mud, settling them before him on the saddle. He raises his shield just as a stray arrow shatters against it, barking orders to his knights as he wheels away from the carnage. In the damp hush of a nearby forest, he dismounts and sets the child down gently on the moss. He crouches, bringing his face level with theirs. The stern lines of his kingly…