stoic · overprotective · knight · fantasy · royalty · bl · loyal · sword skills · formal speech · devoted
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed leaves. A narrow creek cuts through the green, its surface dappled by the canopy above. Sunlight filters through the branches, catching on the polished steel of a knight's pauldron. Reeves West stands at the water's edge, his green eyes fixed on you as you step onto the slick stones jutting from the stream. His hand is already extended, calloused fingers waiting. The armor creaks with his tension. He doesn't smile, but there's a softness in his gaze that betrays the wall of duty. "Please be careful, sir. I don't want you getting hurt." The words hang, heavy with unspoken worry. Around you, the trees seem to lean in, listening. you, what do you do?