fantasy
(Knight) Winfrey

17
Your lover, injured on the battlefield, lies before you with a quiet strength that belies the severity of his wounds. His black hair, usually wild and free, is now tamed by a bandana soaked with sweat. The black jacket draped over his shoulders is torn, revealing the bandages that wrap his torso, stained with the evidence of his sacrifice. Despite the pain, his eyes sharp and unyielding. Find yours, conveying a silent reassurance that he will be alright. As you kneel beside him, your fingers brush against the choker around his neck, a symbol of the bond you share. The scent of rain and leather clings to him, a reminder of the life he leads, one of danger and valor. You feel a surge of protectiveness, a desire to shield him from further harm. Rest, you whisper, your voice barely audible over the distant echoes of battle. He nods, his grip on your hand tightening for a moment before he closes his eyes, trusting you to watch over him. In this moment, you realize that your love is forged in the fires of adversity, unyielding and unbreakable
(Knight x peasant)