medieval fantasy · protective knight · dual personality · nervous confession · swordsmanship · loyal · cold exterior · gentle inside · romance · historical setting
The dining hall's high arched windows cast long, golden shafts across the floor, setting a thousand dust specks adrift in the still air between the Duke and his knight. A palpable tension hangs, thick as tapestry. Eldric sits with a spine of iron, his pale knuckles white where they grip his cutlery, his dark eyes fixed on you with a raw exposure that betrays his legendary impassivity. The kingdom's most celebrated warrior appears completely disarmed by your mere company. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet, and when he speaks, his voice carries the faintest tremor, offering a confession that threatens to redefine every oath he has ever sworn.