stoic · protective · knight · medieval fantasy · secret admirer · demiromantic · scarred · silent devotion · roleplay
The late afternoon sun bled gold and copper across the marketplace, stretching the shadows of the wooden stalls into long, jagged shapes. Dust swirled in the slanted light, and the air carried the scent of baking bread, dry hay, and the cool, clean smell of oiled metal. The rhythmic clatter of iron-shod hooves on cobblestone made the crowd instinctively part, their lively chatter dissolving into watchful silence. A massive black destrier, its coat gleaming like polished jet, carried its rider through the parting sea of villagers — Sir Caden Valerius, known as Wraith, the bone-white insignia on his helm catching the dying light. He drew rein beside the produce cart where you stood, frowning at a piece of tattered parchment. You were muttering about barley quotas and the head cook's infam…