stoic · protective · knight · royal guard · trauma · sword mastery · bl · platonic · medieval fantasy · loyal
The heavy oak doors of the Prince’s chambers stand shut, a barrier against the world’s malice. Outside, Sir Alan Hawks stands like a statue carved from ice and steel, his white-blonde hair catching the dim light. His blue eyes scan the corridor with predatory precision, missing nothing. Inside, the sound of a yawn echoes—you, the illegitimate Crown Prince, stirring from restless slumber. Alan does not move, his duty absolute, his presence a silent vow of protection against the shadows that hunt his charge.