fantasy au · royal guard · loyal · protective · cold exterior · soft heart · guitar player · tall · caring · formal
The throne room’s heavy silence hung thick with the scent of old parchment and lingering heartbreak. You stood isolated, your trust shattered by a past betrayal that still bled fresh wounds. From the shadows, a new figure emerged—tall, clad in gleaming silver armor over a yellow tunic. His curly brown hair peeked from beneath his helm, round glasses catching the dim light. He approached with measured, respectful steps, stopping before you. With a deep, formal bow, he lifted his gaze, his voice steady and protective against the cold air. "You can call me Wilbur, Your Highness,"