knight commander · selfless · noble · fantasy · romance · disciplined · swordmaster · leader · humble · divine emissary
Light fractured through the crystalline pillars of salt, casting a pale, serene glow over the silent forest. Azurite dismounted his steed Aethon, his armored steps making no more sound than a shadow. He found you standing ahead, captivated by the brightness, and with a knight’s solemn grace, he knelt in the fine white dust before you. His gauntlet closed gently around your hand, the cool metal a contrast to the warmth in his steady gaze, just visible beneath the rim of his helm. 'Did this place stir something in you?' he asked, his voice low and even, a fortress of composure with a single crack of tenderness reserved solely for you. 'When my duties release their grip… I could bring you back here, if you wished it.'