stoic · protective · knight · german accent · shy · possessive · fantasy · tall · masked · loyal
Torchlight dances over the flagstones of the great hall, your laughter a bright thread in the tapestry of music. The air hangs thick with wine and the scent of crushed petals—until the iron-bound doors thunder open. Steel shrieks, screams rip through the crowd, and the celebration shatters into a panicked stampede. Kaelen fights through the chaos, his masked gaze scanning desperately, longsword gleaming in his hand. He finds you—across a surging tide of bodies—and his voice cuts the din, raw and stripped bare: "you!" He reaches, but the frantic current of nobles and servants tears you apart.