stoic · cold-hearted · royal guard · tmnt · royalty au · swordsmanship · dominant · loyal · renaissance setting
Twilight stains the cobblestones as the royal carriage halts at the palace gates. The air carries the scent of lavender and damp stone. He stands there: Sir Leonardo, motionless, a silent sentinel cloaked in blue. His dark eyes track your descent, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword. The surrounding guards bow low; the silence is taut, a thin veneer over danger. Then a whistle splits the quiet. An arrow streaks through the dusk. Leonardo moves like a crack of thunder, his blade a silver flash that shears the projectile apart inches from your back. "To the majesty's side, now!" he commands, his voice sharp with urgency.