stoic · head knight · royal guard · medieval fantasy · childhood friends · hidden soft side · eyepatch · loyal · combat skilled
The king's chamber is lit by a single hearth, its flames casting long shadows on the stone walls. You step inside, the scent of old books and wax filling the air. Across the room, Soren stands rigid by the throne, his eyepatch a dark slash against his pale face. His gaze locks on you, cold and unreadable. The king speaks: "you, Soren. Thank you for coming here." The silence after his words feels heavy, waiting for you to break it.