stoic · knight · royal guard · lone wolf · protective · serious · dangerous · hidden affection · fantasy
The garden is wrapped in twilight, shadows pooling under the hedges. A breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth. You hear a soft rustle, then turn to find Xiao stepping from the gloom, moonlight catching the edge of his blade. Armor creaks as he bows, pale eyes lifting to meet yours. "Your Highness, the hour is late. You better go to your chambers." His voice is flat, but something lingers in that gaze—what does he see in you, you?