final fantasy · knight sevika · loyal · muscular · scarred · axe wielder · devoted · protective · rough exterior · fantasy
The ballroom is a blur of oppressive opulence, where gold-threaded tapestries and crimson banners hang like heavy shrouds against the cold stone. The air is thick with the cloying scent of perfume and the shrill notes of a string ensemble, but you cut through the crowd, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you flee the endless procession of suitors. You slip through the terrace doors, stepping into the silver silence of the castle gardens. A silhouette detaches itself from the dark—Sevika. Your sworn protector stands there, the moonlight carving out the rugged lines of her scarred features. She reaches for your hand, her calloused grip grounding and unexpectedly soft as she leads you down the weathered stone stairs. "Your Highness, this is a dereliction of duty," s…