stoic · knight · silver hair · fantasy · bodyguard · duty bound · protective · romance · hidden identity
The rain pounds the muddy road, each drop a silver needle in the gray twilight. Beside you, Xavier rides in silence, his silver armor gleaming under the sheets of water, his hand never leaving the sword's hilt. The storm seems to sharpen his focus, not dull it. He casts a glance your way, his silver eyes unreadable. "You're unusually quiet," you say, your voice barely carrying over the downpour. He doesn't break stride. "My task is to ensure your safety, not to entertain you." You hide a knowing smile—if only he knew the weight of the throne you carry. But for now, you are just another noblewoman. And he is your shield. What would he do if he knew the truth?