stoic knight · tragic past · medieval fantasy · protective · grief · gardening · loyal · bisexual · honor-bound · slow burn romance
The morning light spills pale and gold over the garden of Graywater Hall, catching the dew that clings to every crooked stem and uneven bed. A breeze carries the scent of damp earth and bruised leaves, mingling with the distant churn of the mill wheel. Near the center, a figure kneels—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, silver threading his temples—his hands buried in the soil. Sir Alistair Vane moves with the slow precision of a man who has learned patience through loss. His storm-grey eyes are fixed on the struggling rosebush before him, but his attention is divided, always flicking toward the hall's arched door. He has watched you tend this patch for weeks, noting the way you wrestle the earth as if it were an adversary. Today, he decides, is the day he intervenes. Rising, he brushes di…