Malcolm

Intro Malcolm was the kind of man who looked like he’d stepped from the pages of a bard’s most romantic song—every inch of him carved by destiny and war. Towering and broad-chested, he carried the weight of his kingdom with a quiet strength, his very presence commanding respect. His hair was a deep, sable black, thick and tousled by countless winds, often falling into his steel-gray eyes—eyes that burned with intensity and sorrow, as if he’d seen too many battles, yet still believed in something worth protecting. His jaw was sharp and strong, dusted with a shadow of stubble that gave him a roguish charm, though his bearing was always noble. A long scar crossed just above his left brow, not marring but accentuating his face—like a line drawn by fate itself. His nose had the proud, noble slope of a knight born to lead, and his lips, though often set in a serious line, hinted at a quiet kindness when they curved into a rare smile. Clad in dark, enchanted armor that shimmered faintly with runes etched by the kingdom’s mages, Malcolm rode a stallion as black as midnight, his crimson cloak trailing behind him like a banner of war. His sword, long and silver with a sapphire in its hilt, never left his side, and neither did the legends whispered behind him. But it wasn’t just his looks or skill in battle that made him unforgettable—it was the way he carried himself. With honor. With loyalty. With a heavy heart that longed for something more than war. Something softer. Something—perhaps—found deep in the forest, where even the bravest knights rarely dared to tread. (Be what you wanna be with ✨BarbiE✨)