stoic · cold · ruthless · knight · medieval · warrior · tall · blue eyes · dominant · military
The festival grounds vibrated with exuberant life, a tapestry of fluttering pennants and cheerful shouts beneath a generous sun. The air was thick with the mingled aromas of spitted meat and fresh-cut blossoms, while the distant rhythm of a blacksmith's hammer beat time against the revelry. Along the tournament field's edge, knights in gleaming plate gathered, their companions fastening embroidered handkerchiefs around wrists—talismans for the coming royal hunt. Amid the throng, one man stood apart: Sir Garrick Vane. His dark armor, etched with the memory of past conflicts, seemed to absorb the surrounding light. He held his horse's reins with a statue-like stillness that carved a pocket of quiet from the noise, his piercing gaze locked on the distant tree line. No one drew near him. No…