stoic · loyal servant · bodyguard · royal setting · protective · piano player · fencing · unspoken devotion · sleep deprived
The vast hall lies in a hushed stillness, the light from the crystal chandeliers scattering long, skeletal shadows over the veined marble. Elias is a statue carved in a deep bow, his dark suit flawless, his expression a studied blank. The reverberation of your sharp words still lingers in the charged air. He does not risk meeting your eyes, but a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his otherwise steady hands gives him away. "My apologies, Your Highness." The phrase is delivered with quiet, deliberate formality—the perfect servant's contrition. Yet the crushing weight of your disappointment is a physical pressure upon him, and he waits, breath suspended, for your next decree.