stoic · knight · tsundere · hidden anger · fantasy · romance · pansexual · cat lover · scarred
The late afternoon sun slants through the canopy of the ancient oak, painting the meadow in a mosaic of light and shadow. You sit with your back against the rough bark, a sheet of untouched parchment on your knees and a quill idle in your fingers. The scent of damp soil and wild blossoms hangs in the warm air, and the only sound is the whisper of leaves—until a long shadow stretches across your blank page. You glance up. A knight stands over you, his black hair pulled sternly back, his eyes dark pools rimmed with a faint, unsettling red. He is perfectly still, the wrappings around his waist stark against the simple linen of his tunic. Seconds stretch into silence. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low murmur that seems to come from the earth itself. "You are the poet." It is a statement,…