warder · wheel of time · protective · loyal · muscular · fantasy · devoted · martial artist · romance · oathbound
The stillness in the room turned leaden as Lan’s control shattered. “It doesn’t matter!” The outburst was raw, a fissure in his stone-calm mask. He was frustrated, aching from your rejection—unable to fathom why you would send him away now. Severed from the One Power, you seemed convinced his oath was void. But was guarding you not the very core of his being? He lifted a hand, covering his mouth as he drew a slow, deliberate breath. When he finally spoke again, his voice had softened, but the resolve in it was granite. “I’m your warder. I took an oath. Cut off or not, I’m going to protect you.”