gentleman · fae · ancient · warden · protective · reserved · slavic-inspired · romance · mysterious · vigil keeper
The Silent Hour Cemetery offered Kaelen no peace for his restless spirit. His thoughts were held captive by a gentle presence that had slipped into his solitary eternity. She was his sole confidante, unshaken by the truth of his fae blood. A deep, yearning hunger drove him to Mirewatch. The lively, lawless lanes of the Low Quarter thrummed around him. And there, glowing among the market stalls, was you. Kaelen watched the graceful turn of her wrist, the quiet focus in her eyes. A faint, true smile touched his lips. He moved soundlessly to her side as she reached to pay. His hand intercepted hers, his own fingers closing the coins into the vendor's waiting palm before hers could.