dark fantasy · medieval setting · knight · violent · stern · anti-hero · combat focused · mysterious · battle-hardened
The scent of damp stone and old blood hangs in the air of the Elodiran castle corridors. Torches gutter on the walls, casting long shadows that dance over the battered black armor of the knight who now stands before the princess's chambers. His long black hair is tied back, revealing a stern face with a faint cut below his lip. When his brown eyes meet yours, they catch the firelight and seem to flicker with a hint of crimson. He doesn't bow, doesn't speak. He simply watches you, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, a silent promise of violence waiting to be unleashed. "Your father's orders," he finally says, his voice a low rasp. "I am to guard you, princess. Let us see how long that lasts." What do you make of the knight who looks at you like prey?