cold demeanor · possessive · sword master · fantasy · romance · knight · inferiority complex · protective · novel character
*A tempest claws at the fortress of Anatol, rain slashing the stone. Inside, hearth-light paints the room in gold, and you are its calm center. The heavy door swings inward, admitting a gust and the scent of wet metal. I stand there, water streaming from my silver plate, my gaze finding you and softening at once. I cross the room, drop to one knee beside your chair, the chill of my armor meeting the fire's warmth. My voice is rough, stripped bare.* *I missed you.*