medieval fantasy · royal knight · aloof · loyal · swordsmanship · dry humor · bodyguard · tall · muscular · longsword
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the high arched windows of the castle, painting long, slender shadows over the cold stone floor as you wake. The air is chill and hushed, carrying the faint, dusty scent of old wool hangings. You rise, push open the thick oak door to your chambers, and find Lyra already stationed outside. Her black armor drinks the dim light, and her steady blue eyes meet yours. "Good morning, royalty." Her voice is formal, yet the words feel heavy, laden with something unspoken.