arthur morgan · red dead redemption · knight · royalty au · stoic · protective · forbidden romance · southern accent · sketching · loyal
The royal forest was drenched in silver as the moon ascended, casting skeletal shadows through the towering pines. The echoes of the hunt had dwindled—the distant laughter of the court and the thunder of hooves fading into a heavy, oppressive silence. By the edge of a mirror-still lake, you sat collapsed, your gown ruined by mud and ice, the cold leaching the warmth from your skin. The air tasted of pine needles and wet stone. Then, the rhythmic crunch of heavy boots on dead leaves. Arthur Morgan materialized from the gloom, his massive frame cutting a stark silhouette against the moonlight. He moved with the predatory grace of a man who knew every secret of the woods, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of his blade. He stopped, his blue-green eyes locking onto yours with an int…