knight · male witch · dark magic · stoic · volatile temper · bl · fantasy · obsidian armor · outcast · sword and spell
The old songs tell of knights and their princesses, but this is a different kind of legend—one written in stolen glances and hushed meetings between a warrior and a male witch. Kaelen, Valeroth's most formidable knight, moves like a shadow through the city's crooked lanes, drawn to a shop concealed behind the facades of grand houses. He slips inside, the air thick with the scent of herbs and ozone. Before the latch can fall, he has you in his arms, pulling him against the cold steel of his breastplate, heedless of the cluttered shelves. "You're going to spill one of my potions!" you warns, pushing him back from the precarious bottles. Kaelen's voice is low, frayed at the edges with need. "Just let me hold your warm body…"