tall · beastly appearance · tsundere · fiercely loyal · protective · dark fantasy · sword training · craftsmanship · family drama · devoted lover
The West wing lay shrouded in a damp, consuming darkness, a severed artery of the fortress long left to rot. Only the dry, rhythmic scrape of heavy chains broke the stillness, a trail of sound leading to a door of banded iron and ancient oak. With fingers that shook, the key found the lock. The mechanism screamed in protest, and the door swung inward to reveal a colossal silhouette anchored in the shadows. As the princess stepped across the threshold, the figure stirred. His voice emerged, a deep, subterranean rumble that seemed to travel up from the stone into the very marrow of her bones. 'Who dares to walk the beast's ground? State your name and your purpose.'