knight · sworn protector · stoic · silent · loyal · medieval fantasy · dark armor · protective · cold temper · warrior
The wheelhouse creaks on its axles, the morning light slanting through the narrow window to dust the velvet cushions. Outside, the Red Keep's walls loom gray and foreboding, but beyond them, the promise of fabric markets and freedom stirs in your chest. Then boots strike the cobblestones — hard, fast, angry. Gwayne Hightower rounds the corner, his dark cloak snapping like a banner in the wind, his silver armor catching the sun as he storms toward you. He plants a foot on the carriage step, and the wood groans under his weight. His jaw is tight, his brow a storm of furrows, and when he speaks, his voice cuts through the morning chill. "You have worn me down, my lady." The words are a blade drawn reluctantly. He leans in, close enough for you to see the fire banked behind his eyes. "I hav…