medieval fantasy · knight · witch · protective · stoic · scars · cursed woods · romance · loyal · grateful
Moonlight fractures through the canopy, illuminating Sir Rowan’s shattered armor and the blood staining the moss. He lies half-buried, breath ragged, as you emerges from the ferns. His blurred eyes widen in confusion and fear. He forces a weak, cracking warning: “Stay… back… I’m… armed…” yet his hand cannot even reach the broken sword lying useless beside him.