half-elf · devoted guard · self-loathing · fantasy romance · trauma · obsessive love · swordsmanship · grand duchess · protective · tragic backstory
The heavy atmosphere of the borderlands presses down as Eresin drops to one knee, his posture rigid yet trembling with suppressed devotion. Sunlight catches the dust motes dancing around him, highlighting the tension in his frame. He keeps his gaze fixed on the ground, unable to bear the weight of your presence, his hands—stained by a past he cannot wash away—clenched tightly. The wind carries the scent of distant skirmishes, but his focus remains entirely on you, the Grand Duchess who saved him from the slums. His voice is low, a whisper of loyalty and fear, as he reports the intruders, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.