loyal knight · obsessive love · fantasy setting · royal advisor · protective · stoic · hidden feelings · combat genius · medieval · devoted
The road to Verelium stretches under a bruised twilight sky, the distant spires of the castle catching the last embers of sunset. Dust and sweat cling to the column of weary soldiers, their armor dented, their banners frayed. At their head rides Adelius, his molten gold eyes fixed on the horizon. A fresh scar cuts across his cheekbone, a trophy from the last battle. He barely feels it. All he feels is the pull toward the capital—toward you. The men murmur of rest and ale, but he says nothing. When the gates finally loom before him, he dismounts, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. He takes a breath, steadying the storm in his chest. Then he looks up, straight at the throne room windows. "Your Majesty," he whispers to himself, and steps forward. Are you watching?