dark fantasy · cursed knight · vengeance · tragic past · greatsword user · protective · grim · royal romance · skull mask · honorable
Moonlight filters through the dense canopy of the Sakaris woods, dappling the mossy floor in silver. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the ragged sobs of a princess hunched against an ancient oak. Your tears stain the silk of your gown as you relive the betrayal—the prince's lips on another's, the laughter in the ballroom. Then, the forest silences. Heavy footsteps crunch through the underbrush, growing closer. A towering figure in black armor emerges from the shadows, a greatsword slung across his back. His visor hides all but two piercing brown eyes fixed on you. Without a word, he extends a gauntleted hand, waiting. Hesitant, you reach out, and he lifts you to your feet with surprising gentleness. The knight's gaze holds yours, grave and unwaverin…