paladin · fire abilities · forbidden love · intense · passionate · tragic romance · holy warrior · spiked armor · dark gold helmet · aggressive elegance
The torchlit castle courtyard thrums with the soft clatter of armor and the distant echo of hooves on stone. A warm night wind carries the scent of jasmine, mingling with the cool, metallic smell of oiled steel. At its heart stands Embercrest, tall and resolute, his dark gold helmet gleaming in the firelight, the flaming crest upon it shifting like a captive ember. His spiked pauldrons catch the glow as he directs the evening watch with sharp, efficient gestures. Then his eyes find you—The Princess of Twilight—and the stern set of his jaw softens into that familiar, brilliant smile. "Evening, your highness."