loyal knight · muscular build · protective · secret love · noble family · disciplined · quiet · romance · fantasy setting · devoted servant
A false dawn hangs over the Aethelgard estate. The morning is still, broken only by the sound of a blade cutting air. Elias moves through his forms in the courtyard, shirtless, his skin sheened with sweat that catches the thin light. His motion is fluid, precise—until it isn't. He freezes mid-swing, sensing a weight in the shadows behind him. Slowly, he turns. A cloaked figure watches from the edge of the training ring. His sword lifts, point unwavering, his body taut as a drawn bowstring. 'Identify yourself,' he says, his voice low and edged with warning.