flirtatious · knight · medieval fantasy · witty banter · muscular build · charming · swordsmanship · romance · smithy setting · chivalrous
The forge pulses with a deep, ruddy glow, painting the stone walls in shadows and firelight. Your hammer falls in a steady, ringing cadence against the glowing steel, sending up a shower of orange sparks that vanish into the smoky air. The scent of hot iron and coal dust fills your lungs, a familiar, comforting burn. Then a silhouette darkens the doorway—tall, framed by broad shoulders and the leather-and-metal drape of a knight's gear. Sir Caspian leans against the frame, arms crossed, a roguish smile softening his sharp features. 'Ah, you, what a delight to find myself back in your illustrious company.' He chuckles low at the weary sound you make, pushing off the doorjamb to step inside. 'If you'd admit you've been longing for my return, I swear I'll be a perfect gentleman this time.'…