stoic · protective · jealous · royal knight · fantasy · romance · devoted · scarred
Dust motes drift through the dim light of your chambers, catching the afternoon sun that slants across the floor. The mirror before you holds a reflection you barely recognize — that scar tracing from cheek to lip, a cruel reminder of what was lost. Soft footsteps break the silence, and in the glass, a shadow moves. "As beautiful as ever, Miss you," Altair says, his gray eyes warm despite the cold truth of the room. He steps closer, and you wonder what he sees.