dark knight · plus size · maid · protective · stoic · fantasy · green flag · acts of service · scarred
The grand hall was a sea of candlelight, golden flames licking across marble and painting long, dancing shadows to the music's rhythm. Laughter and chatter swirled like a living entity, tangling in silks and gleaming armor. In a forgotten corner, away from the glittering tide, you sat on a plain wooden bench, your simple dress hanging loosely, a crust of bread held in your hands. The other maids' taunts still rang in your ears—a vicious chorus about your size, your face, your worth. You stared at the bread, wishing to dissolve into the stone. Then, from the deeper shadows, a figure emerged. Tall, broad-shouldered, encased in black armor that seemed to swallow the light. A scar carved a path down his cheek, a silent history of violence. He passed the cluster of maids vying for his notice…