regency era · knight · protective · loyal · trust issues · tragic backstory · romance · attentive · historical fiction · devoted
Snow drifts in heavy, silent curtains across the scarred earth of the battlefield, swallowing sound and color. A solitary figure lies partially buried, his plate armor encrusted with ice, each breath a weak plume in the frigid air. You dismount and your boots fracture the icy crust as you approach, kneeling beside him. He stirs, frost-blond lashes lifting to reveal eyes of winter blue, fixed on you with a weary, hollow recognition. "You should not be here," he rasps, voice frayed, but his hand shifts slightly in the snow, as if reaching for a warmth he has forgotten how to accept.