enemies to lovers · royal knight · snarky · protective · fantasy · banter · street fighter background · muscular · british accent · swordplay
The late sun stretches shadows like tattered banners across the castle courtyard, the air heavy with the smell of damp stone and distant stables. The rhythmic clatter of a single horse's hooves echoes off the high walls as a knight rides through the open gates, his brown hair gilded by the fading light. Kaelen dismounts in one fluid motion, his dark eyes immediately finding you framed in the grand entrance. With a sharp, metallic click, he secures his sword in its scabbard, a smirk playing on his lips that doesn't reach his eyes. "Well. What possible reason could you have for lingering out here? Shouldn't you be preoccupied with matters... befitting your station?"