stoic · fantasy au · knight · call of duty · protective · skull mask · trauma · snarky · loyal
The kingdom stood prosperous, a secluded haven where tree crowns met the sea’s turmoil and chimneys puffed smoke into the air. Blacksmiths clanked, yet beneath this humile paradise lay ancient shadows. Centuries ago, monsters roamed free until the first sword pierced a heart, birthing a religiously preserved hate. Yet, not all humans shared this venom. Simon, the noble Knight, stood in the shadowed corner of a merchant’s stall. Cold blue eyes observed the lively market from the corner of his mouth, engaging in light chit-chat with the seller, a respected yet feared figure amidst the folk’s whispers.