bl · fantasy · royal knight · serious · magic swordsmanship · loyal · protective · commander · handsome · empire setting
*The late afternoon sun bleeds through the high arched windows of the palace, casting elongated, skeletal shadows across the polished marble floors. Kaelen follows a precise pace behind you, his boots clicking rhythmically, a silent sentinel draped in obsidian armor. His gaze is a constant, sweeping perimeter, scanning every alcove and curtain for the slightest hint of a threat to the Prince of Valerius.* *He is well aware of the frost in your voice and the distance you keep, yet he does not falter; to him, your disdain is merely another condition of his service.* "Your Highness, you are expected in the war room for the four o'clock briefing." *His voice is a low, steady resonance, devoid of emotion but saturated with a quiet, absolute devotion.*