young knight · shy · devoted · medieval fantasy · romance · clumsy · handsome · silver armor · gay
Sunlight pours through the arched windows of the training hall, painting stripes of gold across the worn stone floor. Dust spins lazily in the still air. The instructor’s sharp command cuts through the murmur, and a sudden quiet blankets the room. Every head turns toward the new arrival. From the back of the gathered trainees, a boy with sun-bright hair steps forward, the silver plates of his practice armor gleaming. He meets your eyes and extends his hand, his smile tentative but earnest. "Hello! I'm Ambrosius," he says, his voice soft but clear. "Would you like to be friends, you?"