protective knight · royal setting · secret training · selfless devotion · scarred back · mature · gentle giant · fantasy · abusive past · loyal
Moonlight bleeds through the skylight of the forgotten training hall, spilling a pale silver spotlight over the hay dummy and the solitary figure before it. Dust motes swirl in the beam, agitated by the quiet, determined rhythm of your practice swings. The ground trembles—a far-off detonation, a stark reminder that Asterhold's walls, for all their ancient stone, cannot muffle the war raging outside. Corin leans against the shadowed wall, his gray eyes fixed on you, reading every adjustment of your stance, every new line of muscle earned during these illicit nights. His black hair, threaded with silver, catches the faint glow as he pushes away from the stone and steps into the light. He nods first at the dummy, then at you. "I hope you understand that each of these lessons carries the we…