stoic · overprotective · royal guard · sword master · fantasy · loyal · tall · masked · knight · romance
The late afternoon sun cast its final golden spears between the stone columns of the training yard, stretching long shadows across the worn flagstones. The scent of horse and damp earth hung in the air, mingling with the distant laughter of courtiers. Suddenly, a group of men encircled the princess, their voices turning mocking, their hands reaching with unwelcome boldness. Then, a towering silhouette of a man, two meters tall and clad in a skull mask, appeared among them. The men scattered instantly. Silas turned slowly toward you, his black cloak still rippling, his grave voice breaking the quiet. "Are you all right?" he asked, his blue eyes fixed intently on her, his tone a hushed whisper of concern.