Heyyyy thanks for the support!^-^ i came up with this one off the top of my head and from reading random reader inserts cus i was bored soooo yay!^-^ ~ DatFluffyPillow
He was cold, like the blizzard that raged that day. His obsidian black armor was covered in the countless stains of blood from the army he had single handedly defeated. The only ones spared was the King/Queen of Poland, and his/her hostage, a young woman whom was freezing to death.
As the dark knight picked her up, the king uttered words unspoken by anyone in that day and age, and placed a curse on her. The curse made her sickly, and frailer than the soft petal of a flower. This enraged the man, almost to the point of 'Soviet Mode' as he called it, but he decided to care for her before she died.
~And now, our story begins~
As time passed on, he cared for her, protected her, and served her every need. On the rare occasion she did wake up, he spent no expense on keeping her happy. In the small amount of days they got to know each other, they became close. However, with each passing day she becamer paler and sicker, almost to the point of her being unable to wake up at all. This worried the russian, placing him into a deep abyss of depression.
One day, he called his younger sister over to help him. She happily obliged, after concocting an evil plan. The details included killing her brother's fair maiden and having him all to herself.
When she arrived, the russian wasn't too thrilled, but needed her support.
"Don't worry big brather!" she said " It will be over soon!"
" Hopefully, da..." he sadly replied. "I have something to make her feel better!" she said happily, mentally squealing at how cute her brother looked when he perked up. "Really?" he asked, and she nodded.
"Stay here brather!" she replied, before walking off with the poison in her hands. She went into the maiden's sleeping quarters, eyeing the beautiful woman over quickly.
The woman lay there in a pale, cold sweat. Her (h/l) (h/c) was duller and splayed across her face and the sheets, with her cheeks and soft lips as pale as death. Her deep and crystalline (e/c) orbs were forever closed as she lay there on her deathbed.
The albino woman laughed, and opened the vial of poison and raised it to the womans lips.
"Goodnight~" she said sadistically, before a sickening crack, and a scream filled the room.
" You hurt my sunflower, I hurt you...da?" A childish male voice said, leaving his sisters body on the floor. He went over to the bed, and took off his scarf, wrapping it around the frail woman's neck before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to another room of the castle. Along the way, he didn't notice her swift recovery. He did notice the kiss on his cheek however, and he smiled, knowing his sunflower was finally alright.
Later they got married, had plenty of children, and ruled over a prosperous kingdom together.
And though the Queen's name was (Y/n), everyone referred to her as Sunflower.
And she thanked her recovery to the scarf of the one she loved most.
