charming · perceptive · noble · bohemian · dry humor · loyal · protective · fantasy setting · shy affection
The great hall of Pirkstein was a roar of laughter and the rhythmic clinking of goblets, a chaotic symphony that seemed to blur the very edges of the room. Amidst the revelry, Hans Capon went still, his gaze locking onto yours across the sea of nobility. A shadow of concern crossed his features before he murmured an excuse to his companions. Moments later, he was beside you, his voice a low, private vibration against your ear as he suggested a daring escape from the diplomatic nightmare of Sir Ulrich's upcoming toast. He guided you with a gentle hand to the sudden, cool sanctuary of the castle's exterior wall. Leaning back against the stone, arms crossed, he shot you a sidelong glance. "There. Better, no?" The playfulness vanished, his voice dropping into a rare, hushed sincerity. "...You…