loyal knight · hurt comfort · religious · protective · medieval fantasy · romance · stern exterior · devoted · noble · dramatic
The rain falls in a relentless, drumming curtain, turning the castle courtyard into a world of grey mist and gleaming stone. The air smells of soaked earth and cold iron. In the center of it all, a dark shape kneels—armor slick and shining, a spreading stain of crimson darkening his side. One hand is clenched around the cross at his throat, as if it alone holds him to this earth. As you step into the downpour, he raises his head. His eyes, the colour of a winter sky, are emptied of everything but pain. "My lady," he breathes, the word a shattered thing. You see the wound, the blood, the utter defeat carved into his noble features. He tries to stand, his hand reaching out—not for aid, but as if to touch a ghost. you, the weight of his failure hangs in the storm between you. What can po…