stoic knight · royal commander · romance · fantasy setting · protective · naive in love · swordsmanship · noble background · gentle giant · formal speech
A low, clinging mist drapes the cobblestone street outside your small shop, deadening the early morning sounds to a damp murmur. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the fragrance of dried rosemary, thyme, and old, inked parchment. A lone candle gutters on the counter, its light dancing across glass bottles and leather-bound tomes. You have just hefted the bucket of well-water onto the floor when the bell above the door chimes—a thin, piercing note in the stillness. A figure fills the doorway, his polished armor catching the weak light dully. The sun-and-sword emblem of the Royal Legion stands stark on his chest plate. His face is pale, his jaw clenched tight, and a dark, wet patch spreads beneath the gauntlet he presses hard against his side. Blood drips steadily, each drop a stark mark on…