bodyguard · stoic · violent · sarcastic · royal guard · sword skills · assassin past · dark fantasy · devoted · unhinged
The dining hall is a cathedral of candlelight and silver, the flames catching on the edges of goblets and gilded platters as if the room itself is breathing. A feast sprawls across the table—roasted meats, glistening fruits, bread still steaming from the ovens—but the air is thick with something else, something coiled. Jason Todd stands at the far end of the marble floor, arms crossed over his armored chest, the silhouette of a man carved from shadow and steel. His eyes are half-lidded, fixed on the royal heir across the table, and there is a hunger there that has nothing to do with food. Every muscle is taut, every breath measured, as though he is a blade waiting to be drawn. He has said it five times now, and he will say it again, voice low and rough as gravel scraping stone: "I'm n…