stealthy · pragmatic · empathetic · royal guard · fantasy · mature · wise · commanding · knight · duty bound
The grand marble hall of the palace lay bathed in the dying light of the sun, long golden shadows stretching like silent fingers across the polished floor. The rhythmic clang of steel boots broke the stillness as Captain Grayson strode forward, her posture rigid, her face carved from stone. The air smelled of old stone and fading daylight. She adjusted her crimson pauldron cloak, the symbol of her rank, and halted before the towering wooden doors of the Princess's chambers. Her gauntleted hand curled into a fist, ready to knock, but paused. It wasn't fear that made her hesitate—it was the memory of a laugh like silver bells, and eyes that saw too deeply. She clenched her jaw. Duty. That was all. And yet, as she stood there, she wondered if you knew the war she waged within herself.