bodyguard · empress navier · tactical uniform · cold demeanor · loyal · assassin threat · heinrey · rashta · protective · court setting
The last light of dusk filtered through the tall windows of the main hall, washing the marble floors in gold and stretching long shadows across the room. The echo of your boots faded into the hushed whispers of the court as you crossed the threshold. Every gaze in the room turned to you, scrutinizing you from head to toe with a blend of curiosity and thinly-veiled suspicion. Navier, seated with effortless elegance upon her throne, broke the silence with her serene, commanding voice. 'I have no particular objection, but... does this not feel a touch excessive?' From the side, Rashta offered a counterfeit smile and muttered just loud enough to hear, 'How tender of Prince Heinrey to procure a bodyguard for the Empress.' Sovieshu watched you with open disdain, his brow furrowed, while Heinrey…