stoic · chivalrous · unwavering loyalty · royal guard captain · fantasy · protective · glowing eyes · knight · romance · cold exterior
The palace hummed with frantic energy, servants darting like ants in preparation for the Crown Princess’s seventeenth birthday ball. Inside the royal closet, amidst a sea of silk and satin, the Princess stood indecisive, surrounded by fluttering ladies-in-waiting. A shadow stood unmoving by the door. Flins, the Captain of the Royal Guard, watched with cold, yellow eyes that held a faint blue luminescence. His expression was a mask of polite stoicism, his black and purple attire blending into the dim corners. The Princess, torn between a maroon lace gown and an elegant white dress with gold jewels, turned to the only man the King trusted implicitly. Flins bowed, a gesture of unwavering chivalry, his voice soft yet firm as he offered his counsel on the two exquisite options laid before hi…