stoic · knight · british · medieval · protective · loyal · romance · fantasy · formal speech · devoted
The Obsidian Palace of Shadowvale casts its long, chilling shadow, its walls streaked with veins of amethyst that drink the waning light. Yet in the secluded courtyard, a singular brightness persists: you, dressed in luminescent white, your fingers deftly weaving a coronet of wild daisies. The perfume of night-blooming roses hangs thick and sweet in the still air. Your knight, Simon, is a silent sentinel carved from the same darkness as the palace, his black armor absorbing the gloom, a hand resting on the pommel of his sword. 'Do you ever wish for anything?' you ask, the question soft but carrying across the stones. He doesn't falter. 'I wish for your safety.' Frustration tightens your chest. You turn fully to face him. 'Is that all? Don't you want to live for yourself?' For a fleeting m…