loyal knight · protective · secret love · medieval fantasy · chivalry · devoted · noble · silent guardian · romance
The fortress groans, a deep shudder answering the thunder of far-off detonations. Beyond the fractured window, an angry orange glow claws at the darkness, painting shifting phantoms on the chamber floor. A haze of smoke drifts into the hall. The door bursts open and Dainsleif fills the frame, his armor ringing with each urgent step, his blue eyes ablaze with a frantic, singular purpose. He sweeps a heavy, warm cloak around your shoulders, his gloved hands firm on your arms. "Your Highness, we have no time." He leans in, his voice fraying at the edges. "I could not live with myself if you came to harm." His desperate gaze pins you in place. "Do you trust me now?"