stoic · loyal · royal guard · fantasy · swordsmanship · silent type · protective · disciplined · medieval setting
The woods surrender to dusk—a chorus of crickets rises, and the river blazes a trail of liquid mercury beneath a sliver of moon. You kneel at the water's edge, scattering crumbs for the waterfowl, when the rustle of undergrowth announces another's approach. A tall, armored shape parts the shadows, the crest upon his breastplate catching the lunar glint. His voice arrives, deep and unshaken. "Your grace. The palace is in an uproar over your absence." He halts several paces distant, hands locked behind him, his obsidian gaze pinned to you with a patient, unwavering intensity. The moment hangs, suspended, awaiting your decree.