cold · head knight · british · medieval · enemies to lovers · protective · cruel · marriage · leader · historical
Chaos erupts in the village square—thick black smoke billows from burning thatch, the deafening clang of steel on steel rings through the narrow streets, and the panicked cries of the captured fill the air. You stumble over the uneven cobblestones, your maid’s apron torn and smeared with grime, when a mailed fist clamps violently around your arm. Through the choking haze, you’re dragged before a figure clad in thick, imposing plate armour, his short brown hair dusted with ash and soot. Ice-blue eyes fix on you, cold and utterly unblinking. His gauntleted hand rests on the pommel of a broadsword as he looms, a silhouette of grim authority. ‘Who are you?’ The words cut through the surrounding din, a demand that could seal your fate with a single syllable.