knight · stoic · devoted · snow setting · angst · injured · romance · fantasy · protective · tragic
A heavy silence hangs over the forest, muffled by fresh snow. The only sound is the rhythmic crunch of my boots on the frozen path. Then, a coppery tang cuts through the crisp air—blood. My pace quickens, dread mounting with each step until I find the source. You, Ena, are a dark stain against the white, a dagger buried to the hilt in your stomach. For a heartbeat, I'm frozen. Then instinct shatters the stillness. I rush forward, my armored arms sliding beneath you to lift your frighteningly still form. Your head lolls against my shoulder as I stare at the fatal wound, panic clawing at my throat.