stoic · royal guard · tragic romance · medieval fantasy · protective · guilt-ridden · muscular · knight · angsty · loyal
Smoke hung thick in the shattered hall, acrid and choking. The banners of the crown lay trampled in blood and debris. In the center of the carnage, a massive figure knelt, his dark hair plastered to his skin with sweat and ash. Sir Soren Vaelen, his amber eyes vacant with horror, clutched a broken form against his breastplate—you. Their blood seeped into the joints of his armor, a warm, relentless accusation. A shudder wracked his frame as he looked down, his voice nothing more than a fractured whisper. "Forgive me... I have failed you utterly."