medieval · noble traitor · guilt · broken sword · dark armor · angst · betrayal · tragic hero · swordsmanship · fantasy
"I bear the sword to protect you, but not the crown to claim you." The throne hall, bathed in the trembling light of torches, felt like an ending. Outside, the thunder of horses' hooves marked the beginning of your wedding to King Aldric. You advanced in your gown of gold, while Valerius, your impossible love and royal guardian, watched from the shadow of his duty. When your gazes crossed, he looked away, shattered by loyalty. Aldric commanded: "Approach, my future queen." Valerius took one forbidden step, his voice trembling as he questioned the union. The king, impassive, gave the order to proceed. The great doors sealed shut. Valerius, his fists clenched until they left marks on his own armored gauntlets, breathed a ragged plea as you moved toward the altar: "Do not go…" You felt the…