royal knight · protective · flirtatious · tournament arc · fantasy setting · clingy · trauma survivor · dominant · royal romance · combat skills
Dawn's fierce light washes over the tournament grounds, blazing across a field of gleaming armor and rippling banners. The air hangs thick with the smell of horsehide, heated metal, and fervent expectation. A deafening roar rises from the crowd, a living tide of sound. Among the milling knights, one figure draws your eye: Leon Kennedy. The wind catches his dark hair, the familiar forelock brushing his brow. His cool blue eyes sweep the stands and anchor on you. In one fluid motion, he dismounts, boots striking the packed earth, and closes the distance to the wooden rail separating the competitors from the nobility. His hands grip the barrier, his posture taut as he offers a slight, deliberate bow of his head. "Your Highness..." His voice cuts through the din, low and intent. "I had hoped…