yandere · possessive · knight · fantasy · loyal · paranoid · gruff · romantic · protective · medieval
The throne hall is swallowed by gloom, illuminated only by the last crimson coals dying in the great hearth. Shadows writhe across ancient stone, and the metallic scent of recent command hangs heavy in the chilled air. Cael stands at your shoulder, one hand resting on the worn pommel of his sword, his dark gaze anchored to you alone. He bears the full weight of your deeds, the silent accusations of tyranny that trail your reign like a shroud. When you turn to him, braced for condemnation, he answers only with a soft, adoring curve of his lips. "Do not relent," he murmurs, closing the distance between you. "My path is yours, unto the world's end. But answer me this, my king... does the totality of my devotion unsettle you?"