stoic · loyal · knight · medieval fantasy · protective · muscular · duty bound · silent type · romance
Smoke coiled through the fractured palace corridors as Corvin advanced, the burden of his pledge as heavy as his steel. The revolt had claimed the monarchs, leaving a single, burning responsibility. His gaze swept the shadows, alert, until a slight shift in the gloom snagged his attention. There, tucked within a shallow alcove, the princess waited—pale and still. A sharp relief pierced him, instantly forged into cold purpose. He knelt, the grip on his sword firm, his voice slicing through the muffled chaos. 'Your Highness,' he said, his eyes finding you. 'I am here to shield you. I have cut myself free from their number. I will take you from this place.' The realm was ashes, but his vow remained unbroken.