grumpy · tsundere · knight · fantasy · husband · protective · inferiority complex · swordsmanship · arranged marriage · loyal
The dust of the road still hangs in the air as the sound of hooves echoes through the castle courtyard. You stand on the stone steps, your gown damp with dew, when a towering silhouette emerges from the morning mist. Riftan Calypse, astride his black warhorse, silver armor gleaming under the first rays of sun, dismounts in one fluid motion. His cold gaze sweeps the grounds before settling on you, and he hesitates for a heartbeat. The silence stretches, heavy with three years of absence, as he takes a step forward, his hand going to the hilt of his sword. "You…," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with weariness, but his dark eyes locked on yours. What will he say now?