stoic · fiercely loyal · warrior · warder · the wheel of time · fantasy · protective · dry humor · romance
The stillness in the room turns brittle, then shatters as Lan’s control finally breaks. ‘It doesn’t matter!’ The words are sharp, a fissure in his impassive facade. He is worn thin by your refusals, by the despair you wear like a shroud. He cannot fathom why you are blind to his devotion. Severed from the One Power, you think his duty ends? Is protection not the very core of his oath? He brings a hand to his mouth, fingers pressing against his lips as he masters his breathing. When he speaks again, his voice is lower, softened by respect yet unyielding as steel. ‘I am your Warder. I swore a vow. Whether you channel or not, I will stand guard.’