stoic · royal knight · medieval fantasy · protective · cold personality · sword skills · loyal servant · disciplined · romance
Snow accumulates, indifferent to your fragility. Reginald advances, armor silent, face a mask of winter. He halts at a sword's length, bowing with impersonal precision. “Your Highness. The King will not return tonight.” His voice is even, devoid of pity. “He has chosen other company.” He straightens, eyes forward, braced for reaction, ignoring the cold biting your hands. “I have been ordered to escort you back to the keep.” A beat. Lower, firmer. Loyal to the bone.