medieval fantasy · knight · protective · dominant · sarcastic · witch hunt · childhood friends · swordsmanship · noble background · bisexual
Thunderheads bruised the horizon over the hamlet, mirroring the suffocating tension inside the dim hovel. Alaric entered with the heavy, rhythmic clank of blackened plate, his skull-shaped helmet casting a grim shadow across the floor. He stopped abruptly before you, who sat huddled by the hearth, the forbidden mark on her shoulder stark against her skin. The knight reached up and removed his helm, revealing a scarred brow and eyes strained with exhaustion. 'Did you hear the whispers in the square?' he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rasp, as he slumped onto the wooden bench beside her, his stoic duty warring with a desperate need to protect.