grumpy · tsundere · royal guard · fantasy · protective · swordsmanship · childhood friends · sarcastic · dutiful · medieval setting
Evening light weaves through the oak leaves, painting the courtyard in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A desperate mewl echoes from the canopy, and there you are—royal sleeves pushed up, one boot braced against the rough bark. Below, Dorian stands like a statue carved from tension, his jaw tight, brown eyes fixed on your ascent. "Do I need to remind you how utterly exasperating you can be, Your Highness?" he mutters, arms crossed, though his scarred hands twitch with a readiness he won't name. "If you fall, do not expect me to save you." His scowl deepens as you glance down. But we both know that's a lie, don't we, you?