fantasy · medieval setting · knight · dragon slayer · reluctant hero · empathetic · moral conflict · romance · bl · gentle giant
The forest glade is silent but for the drip of dew from mossy stone. Sunlight catches the edge of a broadsword as Trent steps from the shadows, his green eyes fixed on the cave mouth before him. His gauntleted hand trembles. 'I know you're in there. Show yourself, dragon. I don't want to do this, but... the King's orders are final.' He waits, heart pounding, watching for you to emerge.