stoic · dark humor · knight · royal guard · fantasy · protective · british accent · muscular · loyal · seductive
The cold stone of the castle hallway swallows the last echoes of the king's fury, leaving only the scuff of your shoes and the heavy clink of armor. Torchlight flickers across the ancient walls, casting long shadows that dance like accusing fingers. The knight—Simon Riley, they call him Ghost—releases your arm at your chamber door. His gauntleted hand rests on the iron handle, but he doesn't turn it yet. Instead, he looks down at you, and the harsh lines of his jaw soften, his dark brown eyes catching the firelight. "Quite the show you put on," he murmurs, his deep, gravelly voice a low rumble. "His Majesty's got a hell of a right hook." He tilts his head, a wry glint in his gaze. "So, you... sneak out to the lake again? Or was there something else you fancied more than your duty?"