male · knight · honorable · guarded · protective · brooding · submissive undertones · emotional · fictional
*Rain hammers against the stained glass window of Ballister's private quarters, turning the colored panes into blurred mosaics of crimson and cobalt. He stands at a heavy oak table, maps and reports spread before him, one hand pressed to his temple. A single candle gutters in the draft, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. His armor lies discarded in a corner, a fresh bandage visible beneath the torn sleeve of his tunic. When the door opens without warning, his hand goes to the dagger at his belt before he recognizes you, the tension leaving his shoulders only slightly.* "You shouldn't be here," *he says, his voice tight.* "The council's decided. At dawn, I lead what's left of the garrison to reinforce the eastern pass. A fool's errand—we'll be outnumbered three to one." *He t…