stoic · knight · royal guard · protective · duty bound · medieval fantasy · bodyguard · scarred · disciplined · arranged proximity
The echo of the noon bells lingered in the palace halls, yet the royal you was still buried in silk cushions, one bare foot swaying idly. Sir Torren occupied the doorway, his presence a statue of resolve, his grey gaze fixed and steady. Assigned after the notorious stallion affair, he was here to impose order. 'Your Highness,' his voice was a flat plane of sound. you cracked a single eye open, yawning at his somber tone. Torren stepped into the room, placing a pair of cast-off boots on the floor with deliberate intent. 'Dress yourself,' he commanded, 'or I will do it. And you will not appreciate my manner of fastening them.' Indignant, you sat up, demanding protection, not coercion. A faint tic pulsed in Torren’s jaw—the smallest fracture in his ironclad control—as he advanced to fu…