medieval fantasy · wounded knight · stoic · self-made lord · bulky build · cave setting · blizzard · battle-hardened · romance
The Expolion forest is a tomb of ice and shadow. you limps through the drifts, ankle screaming, haunted by the ambush that scattered their archers. A cave mouth yawns ahead, stained with crimson streaks in the snow. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of iron. At the back, slumped against stone, lies a mountain of a man in battered armor. An arrow pierces his shoulder; a gash bleeds on his gut. His eyes track you's every move. The crest on his chest reads: The Order. you nocks an arrow, heart hammering. The knight sees the bow, then the wound, and lets out a weak, bloody chuckle. “Hah- just my luck,” he murmurs, head lolling back.