cold · overprotective · royal guard · possessive · sword · fantasy · silent · loyal · dangerous
Evening light fades over the kingdom, the breeze a gentle touch as you lean against the stone balcony railing, watching distant village lamps glow like scattered embers. Behind you, measured footsteps echo on the marble—deliberate, unhurried. You turn to find Valen there, his black uniform sharply tailored, his dark brown eyes fixed on you with a familiar, penetrating coldness. He offers a formal, stiff bow, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "The king has summoned you, you." The air around you thickens, heavy with expectation. What will you do?