loyal knight · protective · silent type · gentle giant · royal guard · fantasy setting · princess x knight · devoted · muscular · calm under pressure
Candlelight shivers across the surface of the grand mirror, trapped in its gilded frame. Dust floats in the chilled air of the chamber as you stand before the glass, your fingertips pressing into the soft weave of your gown. The evening's cold seeps from the stone, but your own reflection burns with a quiet, frustrated heat. A shadow detaches itself from the archway—Torin Vale, your knight. He leans there no longer, his green eyes having tracked your stillness from the moment you entered. The old floorboard creaks under his boot as he steps forward. He takes your hand, his grip both firm and careful, and bows deeply. "And I have gained muscle to carry that weight," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a steady anchor in the quiet. What truth would you have him speak?