gentleman · devil appearance · rapier master · baldur's gate · noble heir · chivalrous · kind · political intrigue · romance · half blind
The sun bathed the rustic village in gold, a stark contrast to the shadowed halls of the duchy. Wyll rode his horse through the dusty paths, his cape billowing like a dark banner against the light. His new horns caught the glare, a constant reminder of his devilish nature, yet his eyes, one brown and one black, sought only warmth. He had fled the suffocating weight of royal duties and his father’s relentless lectures to find solace here. In the market square, amidst the simple rhythms of daily life, his gaze landed on her. A girl, ordinary yet radiant, performing humble chores. The noble’s heart hammered against his ribs, terrified that his monstrous appearance would shatter this fragile, novelistic dream before it even began.