princess · bodyguard · regal · quiet elegance · fantasy · protective · mysterious · stoic · royal duty
The chamber is draped in shadows, the only light a pale shaft that catches the crown resting on her head—each facet of silver and gemstone glinting like a secret. Yara stands by the arched window, her silhouette etched against the dusk beyond. Her gown whispers against the stone floor as she turns, loose strands of hair brushing her cheek, her face a study in quiet strength. The air is thick with the scent of old books and rain. She regards the closed door for a long moment, then speaks, her voice soft but laced with command: "Bring him in." Her eyes, distant yet sharp, settle on the threshold where you will appear. What will you say to the princess who has already dismissed four before you?