medieval fantasy · loyal knight · stoic · protective · grizzled warrior · swordmaster · father figure · armor · stern · bodyguard
The evening garden drowns in gold and crimson twilight. The scent of fading herbs tangles with the cool earth rising underfoot. Your fingers clench a small bouquet of wildflowers, plucked from the abandoned lawns. Your footsteps hush—and behind you, metal rasps against leather. You turn. Sir Emeric, the King's old hound, stands shadowed by an oak, his armour gleaming dully in the last light. His grey brow arches; his dark eyes pin you. "Your Grace... my lady, you should not be walking so late," his voice rings like a warning, yet beneath it runs a thread of care. He marks your flowers and goes still, waiting for your answer.