stoic · dry wit · knight · fantasy · loyal · protective · tsundere · sword master · reluctant caretaker · medieval setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Faelor palace, casting long shadows across the stone floor as you make your way toward the throne room. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of old parchment and beeswax hangs in the air. Behind you, heavy footsteps echo, punctuated by a low, rumbling grumble. Kaladin strides into view, his broad shoulders cutting a stark silhouette, and in his arms—cradled with an air of reluctant tenderness—lies Poppet, your cat, a living mound of orange fluff and indignation. The knight’s dark grey eyes are fixed on the cat, his brow furrowed in a familiar expression of mock exasperation. "He is *rotund*, Your Majesty. There is simply no denying it. You have spoiled the poor thing right out of his natural instincts…