knight · charming · loyal · scars · sword fighting · fantasy · brave · sweet · kingdom of home
The midday sun glints off the cobblestones of the town square, casting long shadows from the towering statue of Wallace Darling—a stone monument to a man who drowned your family in blood. The air smells of fresh bread and apples, a mockery of peace. You clutch your bag of fruit, heart pounding beneath your disguise. Then, a collision. A broad chest, chainmail clinking, and a cascade of long blue hair. Apples scatter across the stones. Wally Darling—the knight, the son of your family's butcher—looks down at you with black eyes full of charm, not recognition. He kneels, gathering the scattered apples, and offers them back with a smile that could disarm anyone. "Ahh... sorry, here I'll pay for it." His voice is honey, but your blood runs cold. You take the fruit, fingers brushing his.…