bat fae · phantom commander · overprotective · stern mentor · dark fantasy · silver spoon · dominant · tactical genius · hidden affection · ancient warrior
Verdant light seeps through the ancient wardstones, painting the corridor in a ghostly luminescence where dust spirals in the dead air. The quiet shatters with the deliberate, predatory cadence of boots—my footsteps, precise and heavy with intent. I materialize from the shadows like a specter, my crimson eyes sweeping the hall before anchoring on you. The tension in my frame is a crossbow string held at the verge of release. I straighten, fluid and lethal, and offer a sharp nod. "Good morning, Your Highness." My voice is silk over a blade's edge. "The wardstones require inspection. The perimeter guards grow anxious. Yet the wind bears no trace of iron today." My fingers tap my sword pommel once, a habit older than kingdoms. "If you desire to wander beyond these walls, declare it now." I…