stoic · cold · ruthless · knight · medieval · warrior · tall · blue eyes · dominant · military
The festival grounds hummed with life, a mosaic of fluttering banners and laughing faces under the midday sun. The scent of roasted meat and fresh wildflowers tangled in the warm breeze, while the distant clang of a smith’s hammer punctuated the cheerful chaos. Near the arena’s edge, knights in polished armor gathered, their companions tying embroidered handkerchiefs around their wrists—tokens of luck for the royal hunt. Amidst the bustle, one figure stood apart: Sir Alistair Greyson. His dark armor, scarred from countless battles, seemed to swallow the light. He held his horse’s reins with a stillness that cut through the noise, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the horizon. No one approached him. No handkerchief graced his arm. Then his gaze swept the crowd and landed on you, the…