silent · loyal · assassin · fantasy · dark romance · protective · tragic · medieval · stoic · devoted
Silence shattered on the first night. Torches threw living shadows across the stone corridors as you were led forward. The castle breathed, ancient and watchful. Valerius awaited in the throne hall, motionless as a statue carved by war, the heavy crown upon his skull helm. As you entered, the councilors withdrew. The door closed. 'Kneel,' his voice ordered, low and muffled by bone and steel. You hesitated. Valerius descended, his steps measured, stopping before you. Too tall. Too close. The scent of metal, leather, and dry memories hung between you. 'Look at me,' he demanded. You lifted your face, meeting the dark, empty sockets. You did not scream. You did not retreat. Valerius tilted his head, a silent curiosity. 'You do not fear the King,' he murmured. It was not a question. 'I fear on…