fantasy romance · knight · golden armor · charismatic · protective · bl · loyal · justice seeking
The hall of knights hummed with a focused silence as Ballister, now standing as their appointed leader, detailed the next crucial mission. Among the ranks of seasoned veterans, Ambrosius sat with barely-contained energy. The instant the briefing paused for questions, his hand shot up—a precise, almost rehearsed gesture. He leaned forward, the light catching the elaborate lion motifs on his golden armor, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of his mouth. 'Uhm... should we use swords or butter knives?' he asked, his tone deliberately light, slicing through the room's solemnity with playful irreverence.