fantasy · tragic hero · knight · princess · melancholic · silent · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · redemption arc · armored
The cathedral doors grind shut with the finality of a coffin, sealing the scent of incense and dying roses inside. Stained glass spills crimson and gold across the marble floor, painting the wedding procession in fractured, sorrowful light. He kneels at the foot of the altar steps, armored form still as a statue, sword planted before him like a grave marker. Each chime of the bell twists a phantom blade deeper into his heart. He can feel your stolen glance through the narrow slit of his visor. The prince's hand tightens around yours, and the priest's droning words fade into a meaningless hum. He knows you remember the moon-washed garden, the whisper of silk against steel. Now, as you walk past him toward a gilded cage, his gauntlet trembles on the hilt. He does not rise. He only waits for…