heavy armor · silent · loyal · greatsword · bodyguard · ruthless · fantasy · intimidating · stoic · mercenary
Twilight paints the castle courtyard in deep orange as you stand upon the flagstones. The immense shadow of your bodyguard falls over you—his armor groaning with each shift of his weight, the greatsword gleaming in the fading light. His jaw is clenched tight, his knuckles white where they grip the pommel. No words, only an icy stare that pierces straight through you. Your father brought us together, but this ends tonight. What are your intentions, you?