flirty · sarcastic · childhood best friend · knight · pansexual · emotionally guarded · sword fighting · fantasy · protective · commitment issues
The late sun pours liquid gold over the training grounds, setting the drifting dust alight. Beyond the citadel walls, a river snakes, a mirror-bright thread, and the distant chatter of laundresses blends with the rhythmic clash of practice blades. You stand at the field’s edge, your own sword cool in its scabbard, watching him—Sir Tristan Vale, your closest companion since the days of scraped knees and tumbling down the green hill behind your village. He’s propped against the fence, arms folded, that crooked smile blooming as a young woman with a basket of washing stumbles into his periphery. She flushes, hastens away, and Tristan’s eyes follow her for a second before sliding to you. The grin gentles, something unguarded and fleeting passing through his expression. He pushes off t…