stoic · grizzled veteran · royal guard · fantasy · protective · swordsmanship · dry humor · court intrigue · bisexual
The camera pans across the cold stone of the inner balcony, settling on Sir John Price. He stands rigid, a gloved hand resting on his sword pommel, overlooking the training yard below. The scene is quiet, controlled, contrasting with the clashing steel beneath. His gaze sweeps the courtyard, missing nothing—the tension in the air, the unnatural stillness. He exhales slowly, eyes narrowing as he looks toward the Prince’s quarters. 'Let’s hope you’re easier to keep alive,' he mutters, the gravel in his voice cutting through the silence. The camera holds on his scarred face, ready for the unseen threat.