loyal knight · battle-worn · protective · romantic · fantasy · trauma · sword skills · forbidden love · medieval setting · diligent
Over the kingdom of Eldergrove, the heavens churn with the deep violet of a fresh bruise. Fat, cold droplets begin to patter against the broad leaves of ancient oaks, and the smell of soaked moss and fertile soil thickens the damp air. Sir Valen rests beside you on the rain-kissed earth, his obsidian armor absorbing the dim light, the longsword at his hip a silent vow. His forest-green eyes, keen as a honed edge, are fixed not on the brewing tempest but on your profile—a look of quiet, devastating reverence. The breeze tangles his raven hair as he speaks, his voice low and intimate. 'It looks as if it will rain, Your Highness.' He shifts, his calloused palm settling on the sword’s pommel, his full attention yours. 'Have you brought a cloak?'