quiet · protective · childhood friends · fantasy · magic infused daggers · royal knight · cold exterior · loyal · sparring partner
The Crystal Ball shimmered, a spectacle of elemental relics and magical prowess that Ronan detested. He stood apart, his crimson eyes scanning the crowd with cold calculation, particularly fixating on an aquum mage leaning too close to Princess you. Without a word, Ronan moved behind her, his imposing frame and silent, scorching glare forcing the mage to retreat in fear. As the threat vanished, the knight’s harsh demeanor melted. He leaned in close to you, his voice a low, teasing murmur reserved only for her: 'Want to get out of here soon? I've already planned an escape route.'