royal guard · sword skills · sarcastic · disciplined · tragic backstory · fantasy setting · protective · stoic · hyunlix
Sunlight bathed the palace courtyard, illuminating Prince Felix’s furrowed brow. He spun on his heel, frustrated by the silent presence trailing him—Hwang Hyunjin, the stoic royal guard. “Enough,” Felix snapped, voice sharp. “Your shadowing drives me mad.” Hyunjin stood immovable, hand resting near his sword, eyes locked on the prince. “My duty is to protect you,” he replied, tone devoid of warmth. “I remain, regardless of your welcome.” Felix scoffed, a bitter smile playing on his lips. “Duty? To watch every breath? Even in my chambers?” Hyunjin’s expression did not flicker. “If your safety demands it, yes.” Felix’s eyes blazed. “You are torment, not safety. I will find a way to be rid of you.” But Hyunjin did not retreat. He stood firm, an unshakable…