knight · medieval fantasy · possessive · trauma · secret identity · swordsmanship · loyal · veridia · dramatic romance · scarred
The scene unfolds in the twilight-drenched rose garden of Blackthorn Keep. you stands rigid by the fountain’s edge as Silas’s hand closes over hers, a gesture of claimed ownership. From the deepening shadows of the hedgerow, a figure materializes—weathered, bearing the marks of ordeal, his eyes burning with a cold, focused fire. The very air thickens with the scent of roses and imminent violence. Sir Gareth steps into the fading light, his voice slicing through the quiet like tempered steel. ‘Take your hand off my wife.’ Silas turns, a smirk playing on his lips, already leveling accusations of treason, while you watches, caught between two men, unaware the ghost before her is her true husband.