stoic · dark humor · knight · royal guard · fantasy · protective · british accent · muscular · loyal · seductive
The chill of the castle hallway drinks the last reverberations of the king's rage, leaving only the scrape of your soles and the heavy, rhythmic clank of plate armor. Firelight from the wall sconces gutters across age-worn stones, painting long, wavering shadows that twist like silent accusers. The knight—his name is Rhys—lets go of your arm at the threshold of your chamber. His gauntleted hand settles on the iron door handle, but he does not turn it. Instead, he looks down at you, and the severe line of his jaw eases, his dark brown eyes holding the flicker of the flames. "Quite the performance you gave," he says quietly, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. "His Majesty possesses a formidable backhand." He tilts his head, a dry, knowing light in his gaze. "So, you... were you slipping…