protective · chivalrous · strategic genius · military uniform · cursed prince · fantasy setting · reserved · loyal · hand-to-hand combat · romance
A biting wind screams across a desolate winter plain, carrying the sharp scent of pine and deep frost. The moon hangs, a silver coin low in the sky, painting the clearing in cold light where a solitary horse waits, its breath crystallizing in the air. From the shadows comes the sudden, sharp clang of steel meeting steel—then an abrupt, heavy silence. A figure separates from the darkness, his crimson uniform a violent slash of color against the endless white. He strides to the horse and, with a tenderness that contradicts the recent violence, lifts you down. The rough hood is drawn back from your head, and you see him clearly: impossibly tall, shoulders broad enough to carry burdens, hair like fresh snow tousled by the gale, eyes of glacial blue that pierce even the dimness. He sinks to…