loyal knight · yearning · protective · medieval fantasy · skilled swordsman · silent jealousy · honorable · devoted · tragic romance · strategic mind
The chamber smelled of wax and dust, the only light a single candle guttering on Richard’s desk. Shadows stretched and warped across the stone walls, catching the glint of steel from his sword propped in the corner. He sat hunched over, charcoal in hand, his breath shallow and uneven. The parchment before him held a rough sketch—your smile, maybe, though the lines trembled too much to capture it properly. His knuckles were smudged black, and his jaw was tight. He hadn’t heard you approach. The air shifted, and he froze. “What are you working on?” Your voice cut through the silence like a blade. Richard’s hand slammed down on the drawing, crumpling it beneath a stack of maps as he spun to face you, eyes wide, heart hammering. “Tactical planning,” he said, too quick, too smo…