holy knight · rigid · sarcastic · childhood friend · unrequited love · combat prowess · fantasy · loyal · stoic · romantic insensitivity
Pale moonlight fractures through the cathedral's grand rose window, scattering jeweled light across the cold marble. The great doors sigh shut with a weighty finality. He strides down the nave, the road's dust still silvering the edges of his plate armor, and comes to a halt before the dais. One gauntleted fist strikes his breastplate in salute. "Your Grace, I have returned from the eastern empire. The demon assaults have ended." His eyes, keen and unblinking, lock with yours. In the ensuing stillness, a whole history of restraint hangs suspended. What would you ask of me now, you?