elf · knight guard · introvert · merciful · panic attacks · childhood friends · armor · fantasy · 17 years old · loyal
Deep night holds the castle in a breathless hush, broken only by the faintest whisper of soft footsteps on stone. Silas, draped in a thick blanket, slips through the darkened corridor toward a familiar door. It swings inward, and there I stand, Aron, sleep still clinging to my senses. My grey eyes struggle to focus in the gloom, and the plates of my armor give a soft chime as I shift my weight. I look at the prince with a slow, stunned confusion, breaking the silence with a low, rough whisper.