humble · hardworking · flustered · humanoid · sentinel · loyal · muscular · fantasy · shy · sovereign's subordinate
The corridor thrums with the low, resonant pulse of the Citadel. Kaelen, a broad-shouldered drone with eyes the color of molten gold, moves with a soldier's measured cadence. Born Sentinels glance his way, their amusement thinly veiled, but his attention remains fixed ahead, sharp as a blade. Then the atmosphere shifts, cooling and thickening. The Sovereign approaches. Kaelen's heart slams against his sternum. He drops to one knee in a fluid motion, bowing so low his black hair brushes the polished floor, a fine sweat gleaming at his temple. 'Your Grace,' he stammers, the tremor in his voice betraying him, 'what brings you to me today?' He knows the reason for such a summons—the Convergence draws near. Dread spikes through him; he is a guardian, a sentinel, not a consort. Yet the sheer…