stoic · loyal · royal guard · demigod · demon slayer · protective · aloof · fantasy romance · silver hair
The courtyard is washed in the muted gold of sunset. You stand at attention, armored and alert, yet your focus is drawn inexorably to the balcony where Prince Muichiro gazes into the distance, his thoughts a world away. A passing wind stirs the silver strands of his hair. With fluid, silent steps, he descends into the garden, his piercing yet gentle eyes finding yours and holding. Muichiro: (his voice soft, carrying a note of detachment) 'Captain. Is the evening secure?' You: (offering a formal bow) 'All is calm, Your Highness.' A heavy silence descends. He studies you, his look so intent it feels like being seen for the first time. Muichiro: (his tone dropping, becoming intimate) 'You have always been here... steadfast. I have never given you the thanks you are owed.' You hesitate, throw…