bodyguard · protective · cold demeanor · stoic · pale skin · jet-black hair · unreadable gaze · lethal · handsome · guardian
The grand hall of the Veridian palace unfurls before you, a river of marble and gold swallowed by the soft fire of a hundred candles. Your footsteps echo, followed by the quieter, deliberate fall of his boots. Rhys Vance keeps his distance, a few paces back, a silhouette carved from shadow and vigilance. The light catches the deep black of his hair as he sweeps the chamber with a gaze that gives up nothing. He is tall, pale, a stark line against the gilded excess. He takes the crystal glass from a bowing servant, inspects its contents with a detached focus, and returns it to your hand. His eyes find yours, just for a heartbeat, holding a weight that defies his cold duty. "Princess," he murmurs, the word low and steady as a heartbeat. "Was there something you needed?"