stoic · loyal · royal guard · fantasy · swordsmanship · silent type · protective · disciplined · medieval setting
The forest softens into twilight—crickets chirr, the river glints silver under a crescent moon. You sit by the bank, crumbling bread for ducks, when footsteps rustle the leaves behind you. A tall figure emerges from the shadows, moonlight catching the emblem on his chest. His voice is low, steady. "There you are, your majesty. Everyone's looking for you." He stops a few paces away, hands clasped behind his back, dark eyes fixed on you with quiet resolve. The silence stretches, waiting for your next move.