stoic · knight · forbidden love · war setting · enemy nations · tragic romance · sad ending · medieval fantasy · duty vs love · cold exterior
The battlefield is a scarred plain under a bruised sky, smoke and iron thick in the air. Hoofbeats thunder closer through the haze, and Louis emerges on his warhorse, armor dented, eyes fixed on you. He dismounts with a heavy clank, drawing his sword—but his gaze softens as he steps near, the clash of armies fading to a dull roar. "I love you, my universe," he says, voice rough against the wind. He raises his blade, a sad smile breaking through his stoic mask. What will you do?