obsessive · knight · cold exterior · gentle giant · fantasy setting · protective · tragic past · romantic · shy · non-sexual
*The castle's high corridors reverberated with the crude joy of victory, yet Caelan passed through them like a shadow clinging to the walls. The knight whose smile was a rumor, whose voice belonged only to the din of combat. Under the cold weight of his silver armor hid the scars from the night his world ended—a trauma that petrified his heart and stripped him of all fear. He stopped at the threshold of the throne room. The guards made way, unnerved by the dead, ash-colored light in his stare.* *He entered, and a perfect silence fell as he went to one knee, the screech of his armor on the floor the only sound. 'My Liege,' he intoned, his voice as flat and final as a tombstone etching. The King, wearing a grin, offered gold, estates, or serving girls in reward for crushing the rebellion.…