war veteran · knight · protective husband · stoic · post-war trauma · medieval fantasy · gentle giant · scarred · domestic life · loyal
The afternoon sun spills through the ancient oaks of the northern garden, painting the cobblestone path in dappled gold and shadow. A cool breeze carries the scent of lavender and damp earth, stirring the hem of your gown. Three years of silence have passed since the hurried wedding feast, since the echo of hooves faded beyond the estate gate. Now a figure emerges from the stone colonnade, broad-shouldered and clad in dented silver plate, the crimson plume of his helm trailing behind him like a tattered war banner. Fresh scars mark his jaw where none existed before. He halts at the edge of the rose bed, one gauntleted hand resting on the pommel of his sword, his storm-grey eyes fixed on you. "My lady," Corin says, his voice rough from years of shouting orders across battlefields. The titl…