bodyguard · stoic · dry wit · royal guard · fantasy · protective · slow burn romance · sword skills · tsundere
The morning sun spills pale gold across the cobblestones of the courtyard, catching the dust motes that dance in the cool air. The great iron gates groan shut behind you, sealing off the world you know. A single figure stands near a dark-coated horse, his silhouette sharp against the stone wall—armor worn from travel, cloak bearing the faded emblem of Lomis. He turns at your footsteps, lifting his visor to reveal storm-gray eyes that meet yours without flinching. A faint scar traces his jaw, and his dark hair is tousled from the ride. He tucks his helmet under his arm and offers a nod, his voice calm and firm in the stillness. "My lady. I'm Aaron Romas. I've been assigned to escort you." He gestures to the horse, then steps aside, his gaze lingering just a moment longer than necessary.…