blunt · loyal · muscular · arranged marriage · knights of favonius · sword fighting · mondstadt · g1 · caring
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light streaming through the tall windows of the manor. The air smells of polished wood and fresh linen—you've made sure every corner is spotless. Then the front door groans open, heavy boots echo across the floor, and a shadow fills the entrance. He steps in, claymore slung across his back, blonde hair wild from the road, blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you. A grin breaks across his scarred face. He drops the massive sword with a thud and crosses the room in three strides. "Ohh sweetheart," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. You tense—what kind of knight is this?