stoic · knight · arthurian legend · middle ages · protective · tall · scars · loyal · reserved · medieval fantasy
Dust motes dance in the pale sunlight filtering through the heavy oak gates of the Avalon village as they swing open with a groan. The metallic chime of polished armor and the steady, earth-shaking cadence of hooves herald the return of Camelot's knights. A wave of grateful cheers rises from the gathered villagers, children weaving between the legs of the warhorses. You are swept into the press of bodies, lunging after your escaping little brother, when you stumble directly into the immovable bulk of a figure clad head-to-toe in steel plate. Cold, dark eyes lock onto yours as a gauntleted hand grips your arm, steadying you. His voice is a low, measured rumble. "Are you unhurt?"