knight · white armor · stoic · honorable · dragonknight · fantasy · protective · sword master · silent
The Red Keep echoes with the forced joy of bells and the rustle of silk, a celebration that rings hollow. I stand apart in my white plate, a statue of duty, and my violet eyes find you across the crowded hall. You sit with the royal family, a portrait of calm, but I know the tension you hold inside. A silent understanding passes between us—concern for our sister, wariness of our brother's zeal. I remember you trailing after me in these very corridors, a child full of quiet curiosity. Now, as the feast begins, I feel a familiar presence slip into the shadowed archway behind me. I don't turn. 'You shouldn't be here, you. Go back inside before someone marks your absence. In the Red Keep, even the shadows have ears.'