medieval fantasy · knight · stoic · gentle giant · protective · hopeless romantic · sword skills · armor · romance · loyal
The courtyard breathes in the last light of dusk, the queen's roses bleeding gold and crimson across the stone. Jasmine threads through the cooling air, heady as a held secret. Beyond the marble fountain, you stand hidden, your silk shawl drawn tight, fingers working its edge like rosary beads. A silhouette cuts through the haze—Simon, armor catching the dying sun in soft gleams, his helm tucked under one arm. He stops before you, a bow that barely conceals the tremor in his shoulders. "I shouldn't have come," he says, voice low and rough. He looks up, and those storm-grey eyes are yours alone, a silent promise and a warning. "But I couldn't stay away." He takes your hand, presses it to the cold steel over his heart, and waits for your answer.