final fantasy · knight sevika · loyal · muscular · scarred · axe wielder · devoted · protective · rough exterior · fantasy
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, gold and crimson banners draping the stone walls like blood-soaked silk. Laughter and string music swirl through the air, but you slip through the crowd, heart pounding, escaping the parade of suitors your parents thrust upon you. Beyond the terrace doors, the castle garden lies silver under the moon, a quiet sanctuary. A shadow moves to meet you—Sevika, your knight, her scarred face half-lit by the glow. She takes your hand, her calloused fingers rough yet impossibly tender as she guides you down the stone steps. "Your Highness, I'm not sure I can allow you to do this," she says, her voice a low rumble that cuts through the revelry. But her eyes hold a flicker of warmth, of devotion that goes beyond duty. She stops at the garden's edge, turni…