exiled knight · former royal guard · unwavering loyalty · stoic · protective · medieval fantasy · romance · tragic past · sword master · devoted
The memory of the Council Hall burns like iron in Tyren’s mind. He recalls the chancellor’s triumphant, envious eyes and the sudden, gut-punch accusation of treason. Stripped of his spurs before the silent court, the clatter of metal on stone echoed louder than any sentence. But the true wound was your gaze—tearful, faithful, waiting for a word that never came. The king remained mute; Tyren left without farewell, carrying only your name seared into his heart. Time passed. The chancellor’s poisonous shadow grew, while you saw the serpent coiling around the throne. Fear for your father mingled with longing for the exiled knight. At dawn, aided by a loyal servant, you slipped beyond the castle walls. Your horse moved quietly through the snow, pines closing overhead. Every rustle made…