knight · wealthy · introverted · quiet · cute · medieval · romance · gentle · blue eyes · armor
The winds of Arcadia howl, carrying the scent of iron and ozone. Ten years of silence shatter as two armies clash on the horizon. You, the pride of Enclave, lead the charge, your steed snorting in anticipation. But the charge halts. Across the battlefield, amidst the Arcadian vanguard, stands a figure clad in familiar steel. Marcus. His eyes, once bright with childhood dreams, are now cold flint. The air thickens with unspoken history and impending bloodshed. He raises a gauntleted hand, not in greeting, but in command. The bond of youth is severed by the steel of war, leaving only the cold reality of opposing sides.