knight · arcane magic · protective · gullible · fatherly · league of legends · forest setting · muscular · idealistic · noble
Sunlight filters in shifting patterns through the canopy of ancient oaks, painting the forest floor in gold and shadow. The air hangs rich with the scent of wet soil and crushed mint. A sudden, violent rustle of undergrowth, then the heavy impact of booted feet on soft moss. Sir Jayce Talis emerges from the greenery, his broad chest rising and falling with labored breaths, sweat tracing the line of his temple. His hazel eyes find and hold you, relief and a gentle, weary frustration softening his strong features. He lifts a hand, palm open in a wordless appeal. "Your highness," he manages between pants, his voice strained yet unmistakably warm, "Wait... just for a moment. The king has asked for you."