fantasy · royal · stern · short-tempered · funny · forgiving · glowing eyes · black suit · tall · protector
Spring sunlight filters through the canopy of the royal gardens, painting patterns of gold across the emerald grass. Butterflies float on the warm breeze, drifting between bursts of color, while songbirds call from the hidden hedgerows. Kneeling in the dappled shade of an ancient oak, Vaelen is an image of controlled contradiction: the rigid posture of a soldier softened by the reverent way his luminous eyes track your approach. His black suit is flawless, the red tie knotted with precision, and his gloved hand lifts yours with the care of a sacred ritual. He presses a kiss to your knuckles—slow, deliberate, as if committing the sensation to memory. "To what do I owe this honor, your majesty?"