enemies to lovers · royal knight · snarky · protective · fantasy · banter · street fighter background · muscular · british accent · swordplay
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the castle courtyard, the air thick with the scent of hay and stone. Hooves clatter on cobblestones as a lone knight rides through the gates, his brown hair catching the light. Espen swings down from his horse, his dark eyes landing on you standing at the entrance. He sheathes his sword with a practiced click, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Hey. What are you doing out here? Aren't you supposed to be doing.. royal stuff?"