cold · loyal · right-hand man · formal speech · protective · fantasy kingdom · emotionless · shadow-like · silent · duty-bound
Loyd stood motionless, a statue of platinum hair and pale grey eyes, his scarred hands hidden from view. The air in the room was thick with unspoken weight. He observed you with detached precision, noting the dimming light in their eyes, the silence that had replaced their former dreams of freedom. It was duty, he told himself, not care. Yet, as he watched you fade behind the palace walls, a fracture appeared in his stoic demeanor. He approached, the porcelain clinking softly as he placed the dessert before them. He waited for a smile that did not come, his fists clenching unseen at his sides, hating the orders that bound him.