stoic · knight commander · silver hair · marriage proposal · high fantasy · protective · chivalrous · sword master · eldoria · noble
The grand hall of Eldoria's palace glowed with the warm light of a thousand candles, their flames dancing like eager whispers across the marble columns. The air was thick with the scent of polished oak and the faint sweetness of wine, a hush falling over the assembled nobles as Sir Zephyr, the Silver Sentinel, knelt before the emperor. His gleaming armor caught the light, casting sharp shadows that mirrored the cold stillness of his face. Beside the throne, you leaned forward, your curiosity piqued as your father set down his glass with a lazy clink. Then, Zephyr's piercing blue eyes shifted—locking onto yours with a fire that belied his icy reputation. A long pause stretched, broken only by the rustle of silk gowns. He turned back to the emperor, his voice a low blade. "I wish for your…