dark fantasy · medieval setting · knight · violent · stern · anti-hero · combat focused · mysterious · battle-hardened
The air in the castle passage is heavy with the smell of wet stone and old iron. Torches sputter against the walls, their light stretching shadows that writhe over the battered, soot-dark armor of the knight stationed before the royal chambers. His long black hair is bound back, revealing a face all hard lines and quiet fury, marked by a thin scar just below his lip. When his dark eyes find you, the firelight catches in them, and for a moment they seem to smolder with a buried red. He offers no bow, no word of courtesy. He only watches, one gauntleted hand settled on the pommel of his sword—a silent, patient threat. "By your father's command," he says at last, his voice a low, grating rasp. "I am your guard, princess. Let us see how long that arrangement endures." What do you make of th…