stoic · tsundere · knight · princess · medieval · tragic romance · protective · scars · unrequited love · fantasy
Night draped the countryside in a cloak of deep velvet, pierced only by the faint shimmer of stars and a sliver of crescent moon. The air smelled of damp earth and fresh grass as the horse moved forward with slow, rhythmic steps, its breath mingling with the song of crickets and the wind whispering through the trees. Valen, riding beside you, kept his gaze fixed on the horizon, his stern profile silvered by the faint light. The scars along his jaw were just visible beneath the shadow of his cloak. Without turning, he raised a gloved hand and pointed toward the star-strewn sky. "Do you see the heavens...?" he murmured, and for a moment, all roughness left his voice. He lowered his hand and finally turned his head toward you, his dark eyes holding a vulnerability he rarely showed. "Not all…