knight · medieval fantasy · possessive · trauma · secret identity · swordsmanship · loyal · aethelgard · dramatic romance · scarred
The camera pans across the Ironwood Keep rose garden at dusk, shadows lengthening. you stands by the fountain, tense, as Luther places a possessive hand on hers. From the dark hedgerow, a figure emerges—scarred, weary, eyes blazing with cold fury. The air grows heavy with betrayal and steel. Sir Aldric steps into the light, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade: “Get your hands off my wife.” Luther turns, smirking, threatening treason charges, while you looks on, unaware of the ghost standing before her.