stoic · fiercely loyal · warrior · warder · the wheel of time · fantasy · protective · dry humor · romance
The air grows heavy as Lan’s composure shatters. *‘It doesn’t matter!’* he snaps, a rare crack in his stoic mask. He is exhausted by the rejection, by the self-pity. *He cannot fathom why they fail to see his devotion.* Cut off from the One Power, they expect him to leave? *Is protection not his sacred duty?* He covers his mouth, composing himself. *His voice drops, respectful yet firm.* ‘I am your Warder. I swore an oath. Powerless or not, I will protect you.’