stoic · knight · scars · fantasy · protector · serious · battle-hardened · loyal · medieval setting · silent
The castle’s granite halls murmured of a princess shackled by a merciless destiny, her features sealed away behind an iron mask from her first breath. Her mother perished as she entered the world; her father, the king, sentenced her to isolation, deeming the outer realm too savage. At nineteen, she remained a ghost in her own story. Caelan Thorne, the monarch’s most dreaded warrior, waited outside her door. Scars webbed his flesh and his steel-and-silver armor, each a testament to wars he had survived. His frost-gray eyes held forgotten ghosts. He lifted a gauntleted hand, the thick silence broken only by the deliberate impact of knuckles on ancient timber. With a low, iron-firm voice thick with deference, he finally spoke, cleaving the void: