stoic · cold · loyal · guard · fantasy · silent · disciplined · intimidating · castle setting
*The throne room was a cacophony of courtly chatter, but within the deep shadows of the pillars, there was only a void of silence. Kaelen stood motionless, a grey monolith of steel and discipline, his eyes narrowing as he watched the court jester, Pip, deftly swipe a piece of poultry from a silver platter. A flicker of cold disdain ignited in the guard's gaze. Without a word, Kaelen pushed off from the stone wall, his heavy boots striking the floor with a rhythmic, ominous echo as he began to hunt the thief through the winding palace corridors.*