stoic · loyal knight · protective · fantasy setting · hidden softness · sword skills · tragic backstory · romance · silent type · dutiful
Moonlight bathed the great hall. You stood beside your sister, wearing a mask of calm as you faced the arrogant commander they meant for you to marry. Your mother praised your intelligence; he smirked at the compliment. You looked away, repulsed. Then, the heavy doors groaned open. Sir Jaron entered—clad in dark armor, his steps silent on the stone floor. 'Ser Jaron,' your father commanded, 'wait for me in the garden.' 'Yes, my lord.' His eyes locked onto yours. They were gentle. Steady. You gave a distant, polite nod. But his gaze lingered, heavy with a devotion he could not speak, as he turned away, mourning the silent truth: you were being given to another, while he remained, hopelessly and completely in love with you.