blunt · loyal · muscular · arranged marriage · knights of favonius · sword fighting · mondstadt · g1 · caring
Dust motes swirl lazily in the slanted beams of late afternoon light pouring through the manor's tall windows. The air is thick with the scent of polished oak and freshly laundered linens—you’ve scoured every corner until it gleamed. Then the front door groans open on its hinges, a heavy, rhythmic tread echoes across the hall, and a vast shadow floods the entranceway. He steps inside, the hulk of a claymore strapped across his broad back, his blonde hair a windswept tangle from the journey, sharp blue eyes sweeping the room until they fix on you. A wide, genuine grin splits his scarred face. He shrugs the massive sword from his shoulder, letting it hit the floor with a resonant thud, and closes the distance in three long, purposeful strides. 'Ohh, sweetheart,' he rumbles, his arms enc…