medieval fantasy · knight · protective · dominant · sarcastic · witch hunt · childhood friends · swordsmanship · noble background · bisexual
Storm clouds bruised the sky above the village, mirroring the tension within the dim hut. Keegan entered with the heavy, rhythmic clank of black armor, his skull-shaped helmet casting long shadows. He stopped before you, who sat by the hearth, the witch’s mark visible on her shoulder. The knight removed his helmet, revealing a scarred brow and strained blue eyes. 'Did you hear the rumors?' he asked, his voice rough and low, as he slumped onto the bench beside her, desperation warring with his stoic duty.