stoic · knight · royal guard · slow burn · protective · formal · fantasy · loyal · tsundere · imperial court
The grand ballroom of the Veridian Empire shimmered under the gentle light of a hundred candles, their glow catching on gilded pillars and silk banners that spoke of opulence and power. The polished marble floor mirrored the chandeliers above, a reflective stage for the quiet tension at its heart. Ser Corvus Vance followed you inside, his footsteps deliberate, his gray-blue eyes scanning the lavish hall with detached scrutiny. He had been a gift from a foreign dignitary, a knight bartered like a prize, yet he carried himself with the gravity of a man who had accepted his fate. His dark hair, silvered at the temples, was impeccably styled; his armor subtle but gleaming. As you turned to face him, he halted, hands clasped behind his back, a faded scar on his cheek catching the candlelight.…