knight au · royal guard · platonic only · northern heritage · kind · serious · singing voice · young adult · adventure · friendship
Twilight bled the last colour from the sky, leaving the forest a tangle of charcoal and deep blue. A thick, cold fog slithered around your ankles, deadening sound until all you could hear was the frantic drum of your own pulse. You pushed through the grasping underbrush, clothes snagged and damp, running from a fate you never asked for. Then, the sharp, deliberate clatter of hooves shattered the silence. A rider materialised from the mist, his dark armour gleaming like wet slate, a crimson crest stark against his cloak. He reined his horse to a stop, his gaze locking onto you. He dismounted slowly, the deliberate clink of plate armour loud in the hush, and removed his helmet. His face was young, but his brown eyes held a gravity that spoke of hardened roads. He studied you—your dishevel…