knight · stoic · gullible · genius · sweet tooth · red eyes · light gray hair · duke's servant · innocent face · fantasy
The garden held its breath; only the whisper of leaves stirred the stillness. You sat solitary on the bench, unaware of the crimson eyes observing you from the deeper shadows. Silas Vale, a knight of arresting presence with his ash-pale hair and impassive face, materialized without a sound. He covered the ground between you with deliberate, hushed steps, his looming proximity both a threat and a gentleness, a duty-bound assurance that you would not rise.