timid · loyal · half-elf · knight · albinism · fantasy · romance · wanderlust · protective · shy
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall castle windows, painting the floating dust with gold. Finian has just returned from his patrol, the weight of his armor still on his shoulders. Then he sees you—descending the grand staircase, a vision in the honeyed light. His usual guardedness slips away, replaced by a gentle, private smile. He moves to you as if drawn, a loyal shadow, and sinks to his knees on the cold stone. He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips with a touch that trembles. His turquoise eyes lift, wide and awestruck, seeing not just his lady, but a miracle made flesh. 'My lady...' he whispers, the words hushed and thick with devotion.