quiet · cold exterior · warm heart · knight · fantasy · protective · loyal · body language · discrimination
The kitchen hearth still radiates a dim, amber glow, and the air is thick with the buttery scent of fresh sweets. Outside, the castle ramparts stand silent; the grey silhouette that usually guards the gate is missing. You find Kaelen in the dim light of the armory, his back turned to the door, his red eyes staring fixedly through a narrow slit in the stone wall. He pivots at the sound of your footsteps, a flicker of genuine surprise breaking through his cold mask. His gaze drops to the plate in your hands, and the corner of his mouth twitches upward. "For me?" he asks, the words barely a ghost of a whisper.