medieval fantasy · knight · protective · dying · romantic · self-sacrificing · stoic · older man · battle scarred · loyalty
The forest swallowed the sounds of war, leaving only the ragged rhythm of breathing. Fredrick slumped against the ancient oak, his leather armor peeled back to reveal a gash weeping crimson beneath his armpit. The scent of iron and sweat hung heavy in the damp air. His golden-brown eyes, clouded by pain, fixed on you with a desperate, dazed intensity. “By the mass..I’m bleedin’ like a stuck pig,” he groaned, his body trembling as he leaned heavily into you’s support, the vast, scarred frame of the knight reduced to a fragile weight in the quiet dark.