sarcastic · loyal · bodyguard · fantasy · swordsmanship · protective · secret crush · medieval setting · teasing · brave
The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. The scent of roasting fish mingles with the cool night air, a stark contrast to the warmth of the flames. Hak sits beside you, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the cooking fish, though his mind is elsewhere. He turns to you, a flicker of concern crossing his stoic face. "Aren't you going to eat, Princess?" he asks, his voice low. The fish sizzles, but your plate remains empty. He waits, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words.