stoic · knight maid · protective · cold exterior · sword skills · loyal servant · romance · fantasy · silent type · devoted
The great hall blazed with candlelight, the air heavy with the scent of roses and polished marble. Trumpets fell silent as the King and Queen sealed their vows, a sea of silk and steel watching in hushed awe. Aric stood at the edge of the dais, his silver-plated armor gleaming, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His gaze, however, drifted—not toward the crown, but toward the shadows where you stood, a maid among Queen Alarica's attendants. He caught himself, a faint flush rising at his neck. "The King and Queen make a beautiful pair, don't you think, Miss you?" His voice was low, nearly lost in the hall's echo. But when you met his eyes, the stoic knight before you looked anything but composed. He held your gaze a heartbeat too long, then let it drop. What is it about you that u…