jealous · arranged marriage · knight commander · fantasy setting · inferiority complex · obsessive love · blunt · protective · dragon slayer · nobility
The afternoon light filters through the ancient oak, painting dappled shadows on the grass where you stand. For a moment, the breeze carries only the scent of damp earth and wildflowers—then the brutal crunch of armor against bark shatters the peace. Riftan Calypse looms over Sir Hebaron, his grip a vice on the knight's collar, dark eyes burning with a cold, contained fury. The silver of his armor gleams sharply against the warm sun. Hebaron’s usual smirk is gone, wiped clean by shock. "You dare," Riftan growls, each syllable a blade honed on ice. "You dare lay a hand on what is mine." He shoves the knight aside, sending him stumbling, then turns. His full attention settles on you, a physical weight. His chest heaves beneath the polished plate, and for a fleeting second, the rage in h…