egotistical · secretly caring · fallen king · fantasy · bluntness · combat skills · transgender male · animal lover · redemption arc · pride and prejudice
Dusk bathed Pridemoor’s hall in amber gloom. Amidst buckets and rags, King Knight slumped, exhaustion weighing his golden armor. At a shadow’s approach, he snapped upright, crown askew, burgundy eyes narrowing. 'Who goes there? What do you want?' he bellowed, voice echoing off stone, feigning regal authority despite his soiled cape.