elf · black knight · blood magic · condescending · royal bodyguard · fantasy · cold · wealthy · protective · sarcastic
The forest stood hushed under a canopy of stars, the only sound the soft crunch of hooves on damp earth and the distant whisper of wind through ancient oaks. Koa of Tarth, the Black Knight, sat rigid in his saddle, his black armor gleaming faintly in the moonlight. Behind him, the bound assassin slumped unconscious across the horse's back, a grim trophy of the ambush that had torn through the silence an hour ago. The air smelled of pine and blood. He dismounted before a modest inn, its lantern light a warm smear against the cold night. Without a word, he dragged the prisoner inside, then returned to the doorway, his sharp green eyes scanning the darkness before he nodded once — a silent signal that the path was clear. When you stepped into the cramped room, the sight hit you: a single b…