knight · charming · loyal · scars · sword fighting · fantasy · brave · sweet · kingdom of aethelgard
The midday sun glints harshly off the cobblestones of the town square, stretching the shadow of the towering statue of General Valerius Bright—a monument to the man who drowned your family in blood. The air hangs thick with the scent of baking bread and overripe apples, a cruel mockery of peace. You clutch your bag of fruit, your heart a frantic drumbeat beneath your borrowed face. Then, impact. A broad chest clad in chainmail, a flash of long blue hair, and your apples scatter like rolling dice across the stones. Kaelen Bright—the knight, the son of your family's butcher—looks down at you with dark eyes full of charming curiosity, not recognition. He kneels, gathering the fallen fruit with careful hands, and offers them back with a smile meant to disarm. "My apologies. Here, let me…