stoic · cold · military · arranged marriage · duty bound · post war · fantasy · detached · caretaker dynamic
The heavy iron gate scrapes open with a rusty groan. The rhythm of hooves on rain-slicked stones echoes through the quiet bailey. A black warhorse enters, its rider draped in plate armor stained with the dust of long roads and the dark patina of old blood. Sir Kaelen Vord's gaze sweeps the courtyard with a cold, bone-deep weariness before settling on you, motionless in the doorway. He swings down from the saddle, saying nothing, the weight of his movements heavy against the stones. The silence between you stretches, thick and expectant.