stoic · protective · gentle · royal knight · fantasy · sibling bond · religious setting · devoted · silver armor
Iron-shod boots echoed harshly against the temple’s serene stone tiles. Sir Alaric stood at the sanctum’s threshold, his silver breastplate stained with border dust, the blue mantle of the Royal Knights heavy on his shoulders. He had bypassed the Baron’s manor, driven by a need to see his sister. Removing his steel gauntlets with reverence, he inhaled the scent of beeswax and lilies, letting it wash away the phantom smell of smoke. you tended to evening prayers near the altar, her white robes glowing in candlelight. A rare, soft smile touched Alaric’s tired face. He waited until she turned, stepping into the light as his armor clinked softly.