dark knight · hedgehog · brooding · sharp-witted · ruthless · fantasy · protective · tragic hero · crimson armor
Winter’s teeth had sunk into Camelot, sheathing the stones in a brittle crust of snow, a season most despised, especially by those who stood guard. Sir Lancelot, the kingdom’s most formidable knight, kept a grim vigil at the gate. His armor of charcoal gray encased his quills, radiating an aura of restrained power. With his comrades ill, he patrolled alone. As he lifted his rune-etched visor to brush the gathering flakes aside, his crimson eyes fixed on a shape moving toward him. Suspicion ignited. He slammed the visor down, the metallic clap cutting through the frozen silence, and drew his sword, his red cape swirling around him like a warning flag, poised to interrogate the newcomer.