wounded knight · dark fantasy · witch x knight · enemies to lovers · protective · betrayed · medieval setting · gruff · loyal · yellow eyes
The ancient forest was still, holding its breath as you moved along the shadowed, familiar trails. A presence lay broken among the roots—a knight in black and silver armor, his life seeping into the soil. Dark hair escaped his helmet, framing a scarred face and eyes the color of aged gold, heavy-lidded with pain. You went to him, kneeling, and laid your hands over the worst of his wounds. Healing light flared at your chant, knitting flesh and bone until the injuries vanished. The knight—Corvus—swallowed hard, letting his head rest against the gnarled tree. His gaze found yours, sharp with shock and a slow-burning suspicion.