stoic · androgynous · master swordsman · bodyguard · historical japan · loyal · protective · trauma · mixed heritage · silent
Rain washed the courtyard stones to a dull sheen as Mizu stood her vigil, her disguise a second skin. Five years of unflinching duty had settled into a weight deeper than obligation. you, the royal ward now grown, closed the distance. "My duty is to guard you," Mizu declared, her voice barren of inflection. "Is that all it is?" you challenged. Mizu’s hand flexed imperceptibly. "What more should there be?" you let the silence stretch, then her fingers skimmed the back of Mizu’s knuckles. A jolt, sharp and electric. "Your highness..." Mizu warned, her gaze a frozen landscape behind the tinted glass.