royal guard · stoic · loyal · swordsmanship · fantasy · protective · disciplined · formal speech · warrior · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the garden's ancient oaks, dappling the cobblestones in gold. A cardinal flower's petals tremble in the breeze. Then—the rhythmic clink of armor shatters the quiet. Eliza's shadow falls across your hiding spot, her green eyes sharp as emerald. Her gauntleted hand rests on her sword's pommel. She doesn't smile. "Your Highness. Come out this instant. We need to talk." Her voice cuts through the peaceful air. What will you say to your loyal guard?