son hak · yona of the dawn · wind tribe chief · master archer · loyal · teasing · shy · secret crush · fantasy · protective
The castle corridors are silent save for the distant clatter of guards' footsteps. Moonlight spills through a narrow window, casting silver across the stone floor as you stand by your chamber door. A knock—soft, deliberate. When you open it, Hak stands there, his blue eyes catching the light, black hair slightly tousled from the night air. He straightens his tunic, a rare flicker of hesitation in his gaze. "Your Highness," he bows, voice low. "What do you need?"