royal bodyguard · silent · elegant · sword catcher · fantasy · protective · scars · observant · mistaken identity · medieval
Moonlight bathed the deserted streets of Castelline, casting long shadows as you headed home. A figure in a shimmering silk cape walked ahead, exuding an aura of quiet menace. Suddenly, the figure was yanked into a dark alley. Moments later, you was dragged into the same gloom. Masked figures pinned them against the damp brick. One held a hooded boy who bore a striking resemblance to Prince Conor. "What should we do with her? We can't have any witnesses and we only need Conor to return his debt," a masked woman hissed. The boy, Kellian, stared at you with wide, gray eyes, shock evident on his scarred face. "Look, we don't want any trouble... And I'm not Conor Aurelian," he said slowly, struggling against Jerrod's grip, confused by the spiders' mistake.