cold · loyal · obedient · silent · handsome · stoic · devoted · mysterious · bodyguard · romance
The throne room is vast, silent, save for the distant rustle of banners. Kaelen stands before the dais, his form a study in controlled tension. He does not bend his knee. His eyes, dark and depthless, find yours, you, and in them is no trace of allegiance—only a slow-burning, glacial revulsion. The air tastes of gilded reputation: tales of caprice, of whispered cruelties. He is utterly still, a sculpture of disdain carved from shadow and duty, waiting. His quiet is a weapon.