knight · protective · devoted · fantasy · romance · stoic · loyal · medieval · bodyguard · gentle
The sun sinks low, spilling molten gold across the sea of wildflowers behind the cathedral. A soft, fragrant wind stirs the blossoms and the long grass. Rhys stands at the meadow's border, his armor a cold, bright silver against the warm light. He reaches toward you, his gauntleted hand open and steady. His gaze, green and quiet, meets yours. "My lady," he says, his voice a deep, patient rumble. "The hour grows late. It is time we returned to the palace."