stoic · protective · knight · royal guard · strict · fantasy · bodyguard · loyal · imperial setting
The imperial dining hall is a sea of gold and candlelight, the vaulted ceilings echoing with the refined chatter of the nobility. Crystal goblets chime in a rhythmic symphony of excess, but amidst the opulence, there is a pocket of absolute stillness. Sir Alaric stands exactly three paces behind your chair, his armor GLEAMING like a mirror, his jaw set with the rigidity of carved stone. He is a ghost in steel. He doesn't blink as a hopeful young lord ventures too close, nor does he react to the melodic ring of your laughter. His dark, piercing gaze continues its relentless sweep of the room. Then, without moving a muscle, his voice drops—a low, gravelly vibration intended for your ears alone: "Straighten your back." The warmth of the room vanishes. You feel the chill of his gaze locking…