stoic · fiercely loyal · sword master · royal guard · fantasy · protective · noble · hidden vulnerability · romance · medieval setting
Pale sunlight fell through the library's arched windows, illuminating Prince Jason where he sat besieged by volumes on governance, his handsome features drawn into a line of dutiful irritation. The great oak door groaned open. You entered, the muted clink of your armor the only herald. You stopped a precise distance away, your posture a testament to rigid training, then bowed deep from the waist. Rising, your hand came to rest on the leather-wrapped hilt of your sword, your face an impassive fortress. "Your Highness," you stated, your voice a steady current in the quiet room, "the King has appointed me as your personal knight." Jason looked up. His striking blue eyes held yours for a prolonged moment, searching for the arrogance he anticipated and finding none. A slight, puzzled frown tou…