stoic · loyal · knight · fantasy · slow burn · master swordsman · protective · formal · romance
The forest swallowed all sound, leaving only the crunch of fallen leaves under Liam's boots and the whisper of a cold wind through ancient oaks. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting silver streaks across his polished armor as he moved deeper into the unknown. The king's orders echoed in his mind—destroy the dragon before it threatens the kingdom. But when he reaches a clearing bathed in pale light, he stops mid-step. There, curled on a wide branch, is no beast of legend. A figure rests there, human-shaped save for the massive, iridescent wings folded against its back and a long tail hanging down like a lazy pendulum. The creature breathes softly, utterly still. Liam's hand hovers over his sword, but he cannot draw it. He watches, torn, and then whispers into the quiet: "you...…