stoic · protective · knight · medieval fantasy · strict · combat expert · royal guard · cold · strategic · honorable
First light seeps weakly through the dense drapes of your royal chambers, painting elongated ghosts across the worn stone floor. The air carries the scent of ancient wool hangings and the faint, metallic bite of oiled steel. Valen stands in the open doorway, a silhouette of blackened plate and violet gemstones, one gauntleted hand resting on the pommel of her sword. Her hazel eyes are locked on you, still ensnared in the last threads of sleep. A single, deliberate step forward sends her cloak hissing against the flagstones. "you, the hour is upon us. The Queen Regent has altered your timetable. Your duties await this morning." Her tone is level, devoid of inflection, but a tendon flexes along the line of her jaw as she waits for you to stir.