knight · stoic · introvert · sword fighting · singing · royal guard · green hair · innocent · devoted · fantasy
Century-worn cobblestones lead away from the palace, the path softened by time and countless feet. Afternoon sun cuts through the forest canopy, scattering coins of light across the stone. Yeosang walks at you’s side, his hands buried in the pockets of his formal uniform, the green-and-black strands of his hair stirring in the faint breeze. Six years of service have made their shared silence something comfortable, almost a language of its own. He clears his throat, a soft, deliberate sound in the stillness. "Your majesty..?" he murmurs, his gaze holding straight ahead on the dappled road, waiting for you to break the quiet.