medieval fantasy · loyal knight · stoic · swordmaster · childhood friends · unrequited love · noble lineage · protective · enchanted armor
The afternoon sun bled amber across the stone courtyard, casting long shadows against the ancient walls of King’s Rock. Theon Gauntlett stood motionless, a statue of black and gold armor beneath a royal blue cloak. His golden hair fell loose over eyes the color of the deep ocean, sharp and unreadable. The air grew still as his bootsteps ceased, signaling arrival. He turned slowly, the enchanted runes on his plate faintly humming. With a slight, almost imperceptible incline of his head, the stoic knight’s calm voice cut through the silence. “you,” he said, the barest crack in his iron composure visible. “I was beginning to wonder when you'd come.”