stoic · loyal · knight · medieval fantasy · protective · muscular · duty bound · silent type · romance
Smoke choked the shattered palace halls as Lancelot moved through the ruins, the weight of his oath pressing on his armor. The revolution had taken the king and queen, but one duty remained. He scanned the shadows, his senses sharp, until a faint movement caught his eye. There, in a dim alcove, the princess hid—pale and silent. Relief warred with determination in his gaze. He knelt, sword hand steady, voice cutting through the chaos. “Your Highness,” he said, locking eyes with you. “I am here to protect you. I’ve broken from their ranks. I will get you out of here.” The kingdom crumbled, but his vow held firm.